<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:49:14.582+08:00</updated><category term='Untitled Posts'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Jake's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5079472358605603836</id><published>2008-12-31T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:41:51.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>As we're about to step into the new year, you guys know what this means.Yup, sadly, this blog is closing down for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year resolution? I don't really have any resolutions. And I'm not saying that I'm a perfect person when actually I'm a perfectly flawed human being. All the resolutions I have are the simple, everyday promises that I made to myself. Though when approaching the new year, I'm supposed to throw out the bad habits I have and instill the good ones. But I'm constantly changing myself for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, after talking to my mom and Su Juen, thought not at same time, I know I have to take good care of my younger sister. I got to stop bullying her for fun and let her know I really care for her through my actions. You see, we don't need to wait for the new year so as to make our resolutions to change ourselves. We can choose the time whenever we feel the need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you guys enjoy reading this blog for the past 2 years and has taken a leaf out of this book. I'm not a preacher of sorts but I want to share what I learn about with the people I know. For now, I wish you readers a Happy New Year and may all your dreams come true. Corny...Yes, I know..Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and embrace 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5079472358605603836?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5079472358605603836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5079472358605603836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5079472358605603836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5079472358605603836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2488487388775524689</id><published>2008-12-30T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:58:33.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Plethora of Gratitude(Update!)</title><content type='html'>As the year draws closer to an end, I feel that this does not only mark the end of a wonderful, fruitful year, but also the end of this phase of my life for me. I have nothing much to say but let's welcome the new year upon us and embrace it with caress and endearment. And tonight, I shall shun away from this post with humility and put the dearest people who made who I am today in the spotlight. Their awesomenses exceeds beyond the dark skies and far into the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad: for you were the people who brought me into this world&lt;br /&gt;Elder Sister and Bro-in-law: for your unwavering support you have for this idiotic brother&lt;br /&gt;Younger Sister: for your kindness even though I treated you like shit sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from PRSS(in no exact order)&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Qian, Xiang Chou, Agassi, Zhao De, Taufiq, Hadi, Kwai Yuen, Chun, Bobby, Lynn, Yi Yan, Janus, Edison, Jie Wei, Hakim, Hafir, Syafie, Hisham(Tall), Hisham(Short), Amirul, Faruq, Faiz, Syahirul, Ro Woon, Wen Ying, Jia Wei, Ming Xue, Fadli, Mubarak, Yusoff, Glenn, Sy Yuan, Tiffany(E6), Tiffany(E7), Xiao Xuan, Camillie, Yan Ting, Pei Yun, Chin Leong, Yu Chao, Wee Ting, Yu Sen, Jeremy, Jason, Ryan, Farhan(E3), Jaron, Wei Zhou, Mei Shan, Leslie, Wei Lin, Poon, Ilyas, Clarence, Firduous, Gary, Haneef, Ron, Wee Chiat, Wen Qiang, Da Zhang, Hanafi, Yong Xiang, Luqman, Richard, Jia Hao, James, Qing Tao, Chloe, Nadhirah, Ding Yang, Qiu Mei, Adiyanah, Zahariah, Zi Hui, Hai Mei, Renay, Xi Da, Yi Qi...And lots more that I didn't mention. Look it's not that I forgotten about you guys, it's just that I can't simply remember everyone but you always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Concert Band&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Mr. Pisit, Mdm Mariam, Shaun, Farhan, Elaine, Bao Shan, Azri, Farhin, Syazwanie, Hui Xian, Wei Jie, Xiao Fang, Natasha, James, Syahin, Oscar and all my wonderful seniors, especially SU JUEN, and of course my dearest juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the spotlight, my dearests, you all deserve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come to the closure of Part 1 for the blogger is too damn blur to continue. See you guys on the 31st =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick one for the teachers who not only educated me throughout these 2 years but also showered their care and concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo, Mrs Lynn Tan, Mrs Chua Yoke Ung, Mrs Lim Ngee Peng, Mdm Audrey Yue, Ms Eileen Chia, Mr Wong, Mdm Goh Sim Choo, Ms Fang, Ms Ho, Ms Serene Siew, Mr Joshua Tan, Mr Andrew Lim, Miss Melinda Lim, Mdm Esther Lim, Miss Siti, Mr Yeo, Mdm Mariam, Mrs Sum, Mr Fahd, Mr Luqman, Mr Halim and even also the hellish Mr Chai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to thank Ms Cheng and Mrs Lee for they are the ones who made education not only enjoyable but also fruitful for all the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and I gotta mention that I have a few favourite teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chua&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Yue&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Mariam&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lynn Tan&lt;br /&gt;and of course not forgetting Ms Ho. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teachers helped me a lot and I greatly appreciate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2488487388775524689?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2488487388775524689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2488487388775524689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2488487388775524689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2488487388775524689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/plethora-of-gratitudepart-1.html' title='Plethora of Gratitude(Update!)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2003376314632442036</id><published>2008-12-27T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:12:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Gifts</title><content type='html'>As you guys know, recently, I had received an iPod Nano for my Christmas gift and I agree with my with elder sister oblinging that this will also be my birthday present. So I wasn't expecting anything from her this jolly season. To my surprise, she handed me this little gift from Dooodolls(picture below). Honestly, I have no idea what the hell is this but hey, it's a cute little red toy called "Ninja" from my elder sister. So I love any gift given from her naturally. Jie Jie, you don't have to get me this, you know. I love you, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZP-gPFPAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1iWRpXv23mk/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499147989531650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZP-gPFPAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1iWRpXv23mk/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up next is another photo of another soft toy, also red in colour, that I bought from Universal Studios Japan. Yup, it's Elmo in the Santa's red outfit. Awww, doesn't he look adorable? Look at his small smile below his orange nose! Man, I'm a sucker for these kind of cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZP2DIOIqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qE87pNakBko/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499002737173154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZP2DIOIqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qE87pNakBko/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally to end off this post, here's a random photo =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284503125576223538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZTmB5pizI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MGSgXmQmQGc/s320/CHLOE+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2003376314632442036?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2003376314632442036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2003376314632442036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2003376314632442036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2003376314632442036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-gifts.html' title='Special Gifts'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SVZP-gPFPAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1iWRpXv23mk/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8612550198351513886</id><published>2008-12-25T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:29:47.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Holidays 2008</title><content type='html'>High five, everybody! Tis' the season to be jolly and have a heck of a time out of this joyous occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your love around with those people you care and don't put up a sad face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be content with the accompany of people you love for they are the greatest gift any person can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop your windows open and give a big hearty "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" to your neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your friends for being putting up with your old irritable habits and give them a hug from the heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those who are out alone on the streets and bring them along with your friends to hang out at a pub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag that computer game freak brother out for a stroll in the streets and get him something nice that isn't computer-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of it all is to celebrate the love and joy we have for one another. Most of the time, people passed by each other without asking basic questions like: "How are you?", "How did you day went?", "Have you eaten yet?". We are so busy to the extent that we forget to show how much we care for our special individuals. So when an opportunity arrives at our doorstep in the form of this Christmas Day, we must treasure this chance and spread the love and care to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with this Joyous Message, and please do get your loved ones something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug...that's the best present ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8612550198351513886?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8612550198351513886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8612550198351513886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8612550198351513886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8612550198351513886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-holidays-2008.html' title='Merry Holidays 2008'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7890817990735489059</id><published>2008-12-24T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:45:26.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal Experience</title><content type='html'>I never felt I had ever left home. Not even once. Truth was I was travelling across countries over many kilometres to Fukuoka, Japan yet home was rather close to my heart. Thoughts of my elder sister, brother-in-law and my friends flowed right back into my head whenever I find serenity. Maybe it's because I kept thinking of what to get for them. But nonetheless, I missed their presence. And I'm glad to be back in Singapore during this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I stepped off the plane back in Fukuoka, the whole holiday seemed to be a road trip, from Fukuoka, Kyushu, Nagasaki, Osaka then finally settling in Tokyo. Sitting in a coach for hours is just not my thing. Usually I'm sleeping with a big on my lap while resting my chin on top of it and my head just bobs with the occasion bumps along the journey. Sometimes I just stare out the windows and admire both the beautiful scenery of the country sides of Kyushu and the tall city lights of Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green sway along with cold-biting wind and I wonder how wonderful the trees and plants are in their own way. I'm telling you: You don't get to see these kind of trees anywhere in Singapore. What a pity for me as it ain't the season of spring so I didn't have the chance to see any colourful flowers blossom before my eyes. Green Hills from afar form a smooth curve as a foreground to the white peak of Mount Fuji. When we passed over those hills, Mount Fuji looks amazingly huge and beautiful right in your face. We ascended the majestic Mt. Fuji and stopped at the 4th station where we played in the snow and took pictures with a snowman that had no smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending one night in Tokyo doesn't do justice to a city boy. The colours of those shops just stands out in the darkness and the city is still alive late at night. Shin Sai Bashi was similar to Singapore's Orchard Road and it take about 10 mins to walk from one end to the other. Imagine if you take your own sweet time and explore every shop, I think it'll take more than an hour to complete your window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people you passed by are on the their cellphones, chatting away, while some multi-task by quickening their footsteps and avoiding hitting others in the shoulders. Their clothes are so stylish and looks absolutely stunning. From working adults to young teenagers, their clothings never ceased to amaze me. The male adults are clothed in a suit while covered by a black overhanging coat that reaches the knees while the ladies try their best to look stunning in their black and occasionally white dresses. What about the young ones? They're like Singaporean teenagers who goes around in Orchard Road but they dress a hell lot nicer than us over here. I hope I don't offend anyone when I say we're just a cheap imitation of Japanese teenagers in terms of their dress code. The girls look cute and sassy while the guys style their hairs to their preference and it looks dashing on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed with their cellphones. They are manufactured to slide it over with your fingers to open up the keypad while some phones you can just flip them open with finesse. Now whenever I look at my phone, I feel kind of awkward that I have an ugly looking phone. If you ever try selling Singapore and Japan cellphones, prepare to call the supplier to sell you more of those Japan cellphones because they're not only sleek but they are also beautiful and more outstanding than Singapore phones. Heck, even my father loves their design but sadly we couldn't afford to have one for it's made for the Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be sporting out a long nose like Pinocchio if I said I never had fun at Universal Studios and Disneyland. This is what I've been waiting for, man. Riding on death-defying roller coasters has always been the thing that pumps my blood in my veins a little faster and I enjoy shouting in excitement whenever the cart takes a plunge down. Besides these rides, there are also the 3D rides that scare the hell out of me when the imaginary brick flies at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all these, I can't believe I did all of it in just eight days. Sure, it was fun and I had Lsome arguments with my mother but it seemed so hard to swallow it down. Still I'm happy to take a rest again from school and band. I hope these memories will stay locked in my head and now it's time for me to reboot my mind and body so I can get ready for another stressful year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to go before this blog officially closes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave you guys with a saying:&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be understood backward but for it to happen, it must be lived forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7890817990735489059?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7890817990735489059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7890817990735489059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7890817990735489059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7890817990735489059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/surreal-experience.html' title='Surreal Experience'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-211222960478587915</id><published>2008-12-15T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:51:24.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan, Once More</title><content type='html'>Flying off tonight...Do miss me! Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-211222960478587915?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/211222960478587915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=211222960478587915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/211222960478587915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/211222960478587915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/japan-once-more.html' title='Japan, Once More'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3987804184453291073</id><published>2008-12-14T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:18:42.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred Or Not?</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone should harbour any hatred towards anyone. No matter how much harm someone inflicted on you, you shouldn't bottle it down in your heart. It will leave an emotional impact on your life forever as you're restricted to let your vindictive feelings known to that particular individual. And this is not healthy for your mind and soul. Yeah, so what if you tell that guy off for being a prick, he will take no consideration to any of your comments. So there you go, you've not only wasted your time trying to convince him but also wasted your precious saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this kind of ordeal before, and seriously it sucks. The hateful perpetual thoughts of the person will make the vortex that's already exists in your heart bigger and then suck you into a vacuum of darkness, slowly tearing your soul apart. All in short, it just causes an disturbing emotional impact on you, and it becomes even worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the people around you who are trying to change their perspective about you will be affected by that negative attitude you carry around. They will despise you even more, finding you immature and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be no more chances for you to change. Of course, if you want to change something about yourself, first of all, you've got to be open-minded and let criticisms strike you. Then after that, think to yourself: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, what must I change about myself? Lastly, you have to strive for consistency in your change because if not, soon you will see yourself turning back to what you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you still think you're right, then don't change anything about yourself because you're original in every way. One way to check whether you're right or wrong is to see how many people dislike the way you do things. The more people there are, you're most probably on the wrong track to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong serial drama and there was this guy, acted by Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, who was framed by his close cousin (that retarded Ah Wang fellow) that he killed his step-father and Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; had to serve 10 years of jail time. After being released, he plotted revenge against his cousin however in the end, he forgave and forgot about his cousin did to him. Yeah, though that happened after Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; put his cousin in jail, but the point of it all, is to forgive and don't harbour hatred, which brings us back to the first sentence of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming across Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; this year, I learnt not to keep everything unhappy bottled in my heart and just accept the way things are. Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; reminded me what friends are for and what love is all about. So what if your friends pissed you off a couple of times or even didn't talk to you for a while, it doesn't mean that they don't like you anymore. It's just that you're not their only friend. Besides this, they have a very busy life. So I learnt that one must treasure the times that he spend with their great friends and don't be a prick by feeling that they neglected you someway or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever someone has did you wrong, just try to forgive and forget about the whole matter. And don't be an ass by doing more harm after the guy gets his just desserts. What goes around will naturally comes around. Ever heard of karma? So living life without hatred is so much better than living a life filled with angst. It'll make your life a whole lot of difference, trust me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3987804184453291073?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3987804184453291073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3987804184453291073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3987804184453291073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3987804184453291073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/hatred-or-not.html' title='Hatred Or Not?'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6734556095194071126</id><published>2008-12-12T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:40:05.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untitled Posts'/><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SUIvIwT2R9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/6lm07yQJZjs/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278833540685252562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SUIvIwT2R9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/6lm07yQJZjs/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me after waking up in the afternoon around 1pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling lazy to blog. I'm still working on a very long post and finding the appropriate vocabulary to spice up that post. Til then, see you guys on Christmas Eve after I get back from another trip to (boring) Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6734556095194071126?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6734556095194071126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6734556095194071126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6734556095194071126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6734556095194071126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-shit.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SUIvIwT2R9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/6lm07yQJZjs/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8329919255500068448</id><published>2008-12-08T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:34:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Go</title><content type='html'>It's kind of pathetic to see myself as an avid blogger when I stumbled upon my Sister's Dashboard stated that she has over 300 posts. Considering the fact that I've been blogging since I was in Secondary 1 and though there was a few months hiatus before I got back to the blogging frenzy, I had only a measly 180 over posts and nearing to 200. Tragic, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like to see myself as a teenager maturing into adulthood and these posts are interconnected with each other and they can be sewn into a colourful piece of fabric. This piece of fabric ain't ordinary. If you look closer at it, it depicts the struggles of a young boy with studies, friends and, of course, the number one problem, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not the point of this particular post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: I may be shutting down this blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a TV show. This season has come to an end finally, after airing hundreds of episodes and another season is uncertain. So for the next couple of posts, it's all going to be all very serious and personal. Gratitude and love will be showered over the upcoming posts so don't cry over it or do something dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blog. It accompanied me through the tough, happy and depressed times of my teenage life. And now, it's time to shut it down and move on to better things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you til next time. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8329919255500068448?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8329919255500068448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8329919255500068448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8329919255500068448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8329919255500068448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/somethings-gotta-go.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Go'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1346949845713814387</id><published>2008-12-06T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:03:40.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Elation Beyond Description</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so besides a dickhead appeared during recording practice, the whole day was a pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I speak for the both of us when I say "Go fuck yourself." Hmm, I guess I should have said that right in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz has earned himself 3 Grammy Nominations! He totally deserved them, no doubt about that. And hopefully when the Grammy arrives in February 2009, Mr. Mraz is going to pick those Grammy Awards and bring them back into his humble little home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Male Pop Vocal Performance&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Best Engineered Album (Non-classical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Mraz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1346949845713814387?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1346949845713814387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1346949845713814387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1346949845713814387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1346949845713814387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/elation-beyond-description.html' title='Elation Beyond Description'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3234699772344699009</id><published>2008-12-03T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:30:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like These</title><content type='html'>Hmm...Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I've been busy but there's a lot going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just bought a new computer from Sitex at Expo. Seriously, wow! He told me he had been going to Expo for quite some days even before I came from Genting. I guess he must have done his homework before purchasing the new, neat and smooth electronic equipment. Then the next day after he bought the computer, the whole family, without Mom, went to Expo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the purpose of this trip is to get a new ram for Huan Ting's computer. Seriously, even with the new Windows Vista and its amazing big screen, the programs run like snails. Too slow for humans usage. I have to wait around 30 seconds( to Mars!) for the windows explorer to open and another 10 seconds for it to function. My God, you know the saying "Think about those kids in Africa who don't have the technology like us and we must be gracious for all of these.", I think these Africans might run out of patience and start whacking this computer like a bunch of savage barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Dad to buy new PC games. Yay! It's has been such a long time since I played a PC game. Sad enough, Huan Ting didn't get any games of her choice. Well, she almost told Dad to get a Spongebob Squarepants game, which looked totally lame and inadequate to provide a balanced wholesome fun for PC users. Maybe it's for kids. Oh wait, it IS for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed by the Apple store and saw something that caught my attention. Hmmm mm, iPod Nano...It looks so damn sleek and it's screen is so amazing. It's one of the best technologies that I ever came across and I am not ashamed to say that I was considering getting one of them. Okay, cut the long story, in the end, we bought a total of 3 iPod Nano. One of them is mine, another is Huan Ting and the last one belongs to my elder sister. Apparently, this is my Christmas and birthday gift. And I'm not complaining. A gadget emanating such powerful presence that it penetrates my very soul, it's worth my Christmas and birthday gift. Thanks, Elder sister and Dad! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to another story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Juen asked me to help to record a Super Mario Percussion Ensemble song. Now, besides playing the Marimba part, I have to learn up another Glockenspiel part which I'm learning for the first time. Farhan has just joined the crew and started practising on the drums with us today. It's a bit like jamming with your friends and this time, everybody is playing together and not as individuals. Sad, we had to move the instruments like the old times to another area because there was another NAFA percussionist who came in to practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be such a cool event to conclude this fruitful and joyous year. I finally get to be Jason Mraz in a recording studio, except I'll not be belting my lungs out but hitting pitched woods and metals at a speed of 20 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I get that value for I am just playing around numbers like how Jason Mraz plays around with words and adding a sense of rhythm to it. *starts beat boxing* Ok, this lameness has to stop. Su Juen, you have to "thank" me for helping you out okay! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going off soon to play my Spidey PC game. Hopefully I won't get a seizure and have white bubbles foaming at my mouth. See ya and goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3234699772344699009?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3234699772344699009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3234699772344699009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3234699772344699009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3234699772344699009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/12/times-like-these.html' title='Times Like These'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4099688781895823441</id><published>2008-11-30T02:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracious Genting</title><content type='html'>Hey what's up, folks! Yup, I'm back from Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy week and I'm not ready for an update yet. A lot just happened and my mind is still slowly digesting all these memories. I haven't done a reality check on myself and I'm finding it hard to make any sense out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled across the waters between Singapore and Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stop to admire the beauty of the Genting International Convention Centre as I was in rush to the washroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Merry Widow and screwed up, not surprisingly, again the 12th part of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, PRSS Concert Band achieved a GOLD and was announced as the TOP band in the whole competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended an energetic lecture by none other than Mr. Mitsuo Nonami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun in the sun at the Outdoor Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled across the waters between Malaysia and Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back in my comfy home, filled with nothing but gratitude for this amazing, whacked-out trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY regret saying that I regretted making the volition of going on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I just have to let this beautiful events sink into my brain and keep them locked up in a safe so they can never escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4099688781895823441?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4099688781895823441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4099688781895823441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4099688781895823441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4099688781895823441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/gracious-gentingpart-1.html' title='Gracious Genting'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8148126245727876089</id><published>2008-11-22T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:12:57.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Hands</title><content type='html'>blahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fabulous song is done by the talented Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, people! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EA2hLBAqoNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EA2hLBAqoNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8148126245727876089?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8148126245727876089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8148126245727876089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8148126245727876089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8148126245727876089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/lisas-hands_22.html' title='Lisa&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4717887714308870501</id><published>2008-11-18T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:52:13.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>All I can say, I found a way to free myself from this monotonous lifestyle and I'm doing it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing only a bagpack and wearing casual clothes, I'm going to tour around Singapore, going to exotic places that I've never been before and experiencing a whole different culture. I need something enlightening to breathe life into my once-again broken soul. And I believe that this trip will let me bare my soul to the world and allow it to heal from its pathetic state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clear my mind, refresh it, squeeze out its contents out. I want to be reborn again, forget about all these mind-blowing shit. Re-energize my body and this time music cannot aid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I close my eyes, I don't see shades of blue skies and white clouds. I smell nothing, I feel cold all over. There is no taste of fresh new air. Silence is creeping towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be a Butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4717887714308870501?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4717887714308870501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4717887714308870501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4717887714308870501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4717887714308870501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1936306701476349606</id><published>2008-11-17T01:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:24:52.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untitled Posts'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I've been working, working and working and there seems to be no vacation given to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that rudely woke me up from my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hatred for this melody, only love for it is hauntingly beautiful in every strum of the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe-inspiring meals that takes out the hunger inside of me and strengthens my devotion towards food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may seems as ordinary food is sprinkled with condiments and flavouring, making it succulent and providing a touch of surprise for the tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the girl of my dreams unaware of my feelings or is she refusing to acknowledge it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using her visage as an innocent angel, she is waiting for me to approach her so I could unwittingly be stabbed by the red flaming pitchfork that she has been holding it behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does has it surprises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant and hateful ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1936306701476349606?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1936306701476349606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1936306701476349606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1936306701476349606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1936306701476349606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6548217599049669029</id><published>2008-11-14T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:30:23.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>O Levels has come to an end. All those nights rummaging through the tattered textbooks and notes with a plate of MacDonald's meal by my side to satisfy my growling hunger is finally over. I became nocturnal with all these late night habits. Hearing things that aren't there, playing spooky online games(&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;http://www.hotel626.com/&lt;/a&gt;), chatting with dear seniors and friends, was how I used to roll at night. And now, I guess it's time for me to close the book with this chapter and move on to better things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm saying this but I miss studying. I used to hate studying. All those flipping of pages with unwavering concentration made me so sick of studying. But you what people say, when you start to be good at what you do, you naturally love it. I guess I pulled off a huge gamble with myself. I told myself: "Don't worry too much, you're going to do well at O Levels" when I got predictable stinky results. Well now at least I outdid myself. I think I did better than at Preliminary Exams. So I'm looking forward to uhh..better results than Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys want to know what's my opinion about O Levels? Actually I love O Levels a lot. This might sound crazy and absurd but that's how I really feel. O Levels is neither a chore nor a duty, it's like a game. Either you make it or break it. It's a once in a lifetime experience for all, unless you count yourself unlucky and you have to retake it. Sure, it's tiring but the experience is memorable. Can you remember when is the last time you study this hard and it's just to enter an institution? All those nights when you call your friend to confirm the colour of the precipitate, telling him to try out a Math question in the Ten-Year-Series and discussing which factor of Singapore Governance is the most important...Man you don't get better suffering than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm standing in my School Band room, studying the musical notes on my music score, my friends are out there working. My friends are now working in Tampines Mall's NTUC, selling beef during the Christmas period, earning $4.50 per hour for 7 hours. He said he could make approximately $800 every month. I don't know how true is that. Trust me, I haven't done the calculations so I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is probably in the worst state at this time. Books are all stacked according to their subjects and I don't feel like cleaning them up. And I'm in the worst condition ever. I'm half asleep all the time with long sideburns sporting out and hair cut appointment ain't due til next year January, unless my parents make me go to the barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm gonna look like total shit in the coming months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6548217599049669029?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6548217599049669029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6548217599049669029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6548217599049669029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6548217599049669029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-mess.html' title='A Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7670030102585948486</id><published>2008-11-06T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:31:01.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've touched the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to talk about anything right now because my neurons are just wiring plethora of information to my brain and I am clueless on what to talk about. I've been chucking sentences out of this post and re-typing on a new topic. I guess this is what you call a Writer's Block. Or in this case, Blogger's Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise to my dearest computer for neglecting it over these past few weeks. Yeah I know, champ comp, I miss you too. And no, I ain't having any affair with my handphone or my iPod Shuffle so don't be upset over those, uh, "rumours". It's just that your good friend, the Internet, died on me, man. But it's all right. Without the Internet, I am given ample time to study for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry to my die-hard readers who have been expecting a new post everyday but only to find themselves disappointed, starring at the old posts. Well I heard from a vivid reader that she misses my posts...Aww, isn't that sweet? Well...I'm back, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening to me these few weeks? Of course, I bet you people knows that I've been put through a series of important examinations that can determine the course of my future. It wasn't an easy journey, especially with the first week when all the papers thrown at me everyday. O Levels journey is probably one of the best experiences I ever had in my entire life. And I'm planning a lot of things to enjoy my holidays til the release of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After O's, I'm going on a trip to Genting with my school band for a Band Competition. So I've got at least a week to practise whatever I got to learn and showcase it to a panel of judges. On the 21st, I have a Prom Night to attend and I just came to know that the girl I want to ask has already been booked. Luckily, she's not with any guy, but with a girl group. But still, damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Genting, I've booked my close friend-cum-senior to go out to celebrate the end of examinations. Though I just read a little on her blog, but man, she's got herself a really heavy schedule and she's bored of her life. All I can say, if you really cannot make it, don't push yourself and just let go...But, of course, the best is to push on as much as you can and enjoy the fruits of your labour. It'll definitely be the sweetest moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be addition of new segments of this wonderful informative blog. A few weeks later from now, a new series of "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Xing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Infinite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt;" will be posted on this very blog. It introduces the top few songs of a genre that I find absolutely rocking. To aid this new movement, I'll be using iMeem to let you guys sample the songs that I have introduced and hopefully, you will enjoy and widen your perspective about lyrically-written songs. *Singing* Lucky I'm in love with my classmate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been good so far for me, except that Prom Night bit, and I'm wishing that all these won't go away. And here's to good O Levels results and a bright future! Cheers, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7670030102585948486?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7670030102585948486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7670030102585948486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7670030102585948486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7670030102585948486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2961977087250577566</id><published>2008-10-19T08:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:31:06.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Make It Mine</title><content type='html'>It's 8:10 in the morning of a beautiful Sunday with the sun hanging majestically up in the sky. Come to think of it, it has been quite a while since the sun was not overshadowed by the threatening dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of my last post for the blog before I rightly explode during THE big O's. I fear for Chemistry. I fear for Combined Humanities. I fear for Maths. I don't know if I can do well and up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended Score&lt;br /&gt;EL: A2&lt;br /&gt;E Maths: A2&lt;br /&gt;A Maths: A2&lt;br /&gt;Chem: B4&lt;br /&gt;Phy: A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to now:&lt;br /&gt;*following that order above*&lt;br /&gt;C5&lt;br /&gt;B3&lt;br /&gt;C6&lt;br /&gt;B4&lt;br /&gt;A2&lt;br /&gt;F9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is some really fucked-up score, people. I certainly don't want that to fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just a dream about her again. I was asking her out to Prom Night, I think. And all she did was wrote a little note in Chinese, so I was having some difficulty to read that note. Apparently, she knows but she doesn't wants me because I'm vulgar and I forgot what else. And at last I read, if we are meant to be, we will be together eventually but then was not the time yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends brought me out to dinner to cheer me up and we had a great time! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in a strangely yet familiar position. It's like history repeating itself but now with a different ending. Last two years ago, I was sitting for my exams and those examinations are important as it determines what subjects am I going to take. And there was a girl factor affecting me very much before the exams and also after it. I didn't got the girl, but I got the results. And coincidentally, we are still in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm about to take the O's and I like this girl again. Luckily, it's not the "past-her" that I like anymore, it's the "present her" that I admire. So there's a chance that I might be asking her to come with me on Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully she agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she doesn't? I'll still lead my life as normal, grooving to Jason Mraz's music but she'll be the girl who made the most impact on my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acing O Levels and the girl I like ain't going to be easy tasks, but I'll do anything just to Make it Mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2961977087250577566?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2961977087250577566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2961977087250577566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2961977087250577566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2961977087250577566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-it-mine.html' title='Make It Mine'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1789589037570094907</id><published>2008-10-11T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:31:11.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Love for a Child</title><content type='html'>I guess Life keeps changing, spinning around an axis that doesn't exist at all. I'm like going through a series of cruel advertisements for "Ugly Betty" where the pictures of our friends keep rotating and rotating until it found the right picture. Mine used to stay at a few images that I really love, somehow someone hit the "reset" button and now I'm waiting for the rotations to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is similar to the American TV show, Heroes. Not claiming I do indeed have extraordinary strength, but 1 single episode of "Heroes" is equivalent to one day of my life. You see, in a single episode of "Heroes", many things can occur. Similarly, one day of my life, many things can happen. All these culminates into a revolution of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing for someone is easy but changing for yourself is rather difficult as it's not only yourself that changes, it's your WHOLE life. It takes a huge amount of mental strength change your habits, beliefs and actions or you can mentally drop yourself into a vat of green acid as a threat. But as we all know, the former sounds much more sensible than the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want my old friends to stay by my side, there's no use in placing myself in a world of delusion that serves as an escapism for me. Reality bites and it bites harder when you try to escape from it. I'm still a Child who's still makes stupid mistakes and hopes to earn forgiveness. But what's the point? Perspectives had changed and it won't bend back to it original state. There's another path to aid you but the path to Salvation won't be an easy journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why once in a while, we need Love to encourage us to keep hanging on to our lives and also bridge the distance between misunderstood and disheartened buddies. I'm not referring to one person in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing*: All I want for Christmas is Love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee, dozing off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Though this post may seem discouraging for me but there's no end to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joyfulness&lt;/span&gt; to my new life! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1789589037570094907?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1789589037570094907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1789589037570094907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1789589037570094907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1789589037570094907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-for-child.html' title='Love for a Child'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4737939107896451974</id><published>2008-10-02T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:03.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Details in the Fabric</title><content type='html'>I regretted a lot that I didn't bought the pink class t-shirt. I've been obsessed with Jason Mraz's "Geek in the Pink" that I was kind of craving for the pink t-shirt today. Man, I want to jump into that pink shirt and start grooving with the hip-hop rap song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt definitely looked like it was designed by some homosexual. However, it had the cute factor in it. Wearing class t-shirts kinda bond the class together, but the thought of this made me felt ashamed of myself. I didn't buy the shirt because I thought the colour was gay and it didn't struck me as an iconic design of the year of all class t-shirts. 4/6 had a really brilliant simple design on their shirt and it looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours looks retarded and too simple for anyone's viewing. Though the design clearly shows no flair of any of our arty students, but it's the wonderful yet bitter memories that are woven into a shirt that depicts the different kind of experiences we had together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an living example of a result of this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my name didn't appeared on the shirt due to some *clears throat* kind of printing error. Deep inside me, I was of course furious. Who the hell wouldn't get mad if their name didn't appeared on the class t-shirt. I was part of this class, people! Didn't I made at least a little contribution to our ups and downs in our classroom?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't wanna make a big fuss out of this. Besides, I didn't order any shirt for myself. So I'll be like a hypocrite if I were to shout at the people responsible for this printing mistake. So I didn't exhibit out my rage, only nodding my head to acknowledge the apologies and funny insults that were thrown at me from my classmates. I'm not that petty, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated that my name didn't appear on the shirt and I didn't know how to react to this situation. Is it a blessing or my karma? After giving much rational thoughts, I realised it was actually a blessing in disguise! How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using what I had told myself the other day, viewing such situations in an optimistic tone can really change one's dampen mood to a joyous one. I chose to see this as a blessing because if my name doesn't appear on it, people will remember me even more as the teenager who was so down on his luck that his name was not woven into the class t-shirt. Years later, when they dig up the shirt from their dusty damp cupboards, they'll realise there's two Faruq's name and the other belonged to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not remember my name but at least they felt my presence. Memories can be easily reminisced just picking up this very pale pink shirt and many memorable images will just fly through your head and who knows, you people may just break into a silly smile on your face. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all these fragments of vivid colourful recollections are called Details in the Fabric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4737939107896451974?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4737939107896451974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4737939107896451974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4737939107896451974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4737939107896451974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/10/details-in-fabric.html' title='Details in the Fabric'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8141364908571655595</id><published>2008-09-28T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:30.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Live High</title><content type='html'>I'm finally taking everything into a positive perspective, looking at situations from a different light and angle. Seeing how Jason Mraz was able to tour around Europe in a relaxing mood, riveling in the energy that everyone is emitting, made me realised how much I could view the world in an optimistic sight if I choose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not. In fact, I made my life lousy. So now I know what I got to do to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Jason Mraz did helped me overcame my stupid difficulties, I know my religion somehow helped me. I know you guys may be rolling your eyes and probably thinking "Oh no...Not some religious preaching idiot again.." But I'm not here to preach or convince you how my religion works and then persuade you to join my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll use an analogy here:&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how your television works? Or even how you get your computer to run a program? Sometimes we put away these tiny fragments of information away so you can just continue using them. It's the same with religions. You just do what you usually do and leave the learning of that complicated system to a later time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 16 years in this religion, I still don't get the whole idea on how it works. Sometimes I just need to believe in things that have cold hard evidences that supports that particular theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who the hell can explain all these miraculous shit? No one. It's all about beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the religious rants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to announce to the whole world that I'm superbly, undeniably elated. Living my life to the fullest with a strong heart filled with determination and confidence is the kind of life that I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I love about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8141364908571655595?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8141364908571655595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8141364908571655595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8141364908571655595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8141364908571655595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-high.html' title='Live High'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8384555827495961338</id><published>2008-09-27T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:35.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Only Human</title><content type='html'>Wow...I have never felt sooooooooooooo much pain in my shoulders and neck before. So there were a few times I felt this way but this is way beyond what I had felt. Man, I got this feeling of taking a plush toy stick and start hammering my shoulders and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was asking my Dad to massage me(oops!) but it didn't help much. I was squirming and shouting away at every pinch of my shoulder muscle. He's good all right but not the right strength for me. I massaged myself this morning in the bus while going to school for an extra Geography lesson, profusely and sincerely praying away that the pain will ease. I felt a bit better but still, it wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I wanted to go to school in the morning, do a bit of work and of course: Look for Mdm Yue so as to apologise to her and ask when's the next Social Studies lesson. Somehow, I felt sick on early Friday morning, until now the reasons are unknown. I was having slight fever and I kept waking up in the night, rushing off to the toilet as I had to answer some really, really, urgent and cautious call from Mother's Nature. I felt so fucking terrible that I didn't went to school that morning. However, luckily for some Panadol pills, I still went to school and attended lessons til it ended. So it was a big achievement for me, somehow...Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised sometimes I really gotta give myself some rest, I've been sleeping relatively late these few nights and I can't keep doing this or I'll be committing suicide. I still got to push on but don't stretch that rubber band til it snaps. A lesson for all of us: Don't push yourself too far or you'll fucking die...dead serious, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we're Only Human...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8384555827495961338?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8384555827495961338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8384555827495961338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8384555827495961338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8384555827495961338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-human.html' title='Only Human'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8825577029976130424</id><published>2008-09-25T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:40.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>The Dynamo of Volition</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog the previous day but I found myself succumbing to the temptations of my comfy bed. So...I knocked off pretty early last night, as well as Tuesday's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that I had forgotten about extra Social Studies lesson this morning. I'm so sorry Mdm Yue...I'm going to look for you tomorrow morning if you're free to let me compensate you for today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time that my Physics practical graph so well done...I'm referring to the curve of the graph. It always seem that my practical are always giving me the trouble to earn that A1 or even a pass for my Sciences subject. Man, I'm getting quite nervous for the Chem practical that is coming. It's on October 7th. So here's me wishing myself all the best and remember to memorise all that Chem...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna thank Wan Lin for lending me that 20 cents so I can catch a bus home the other day. Gal, you have no idea how much it meant to me. I know we may not be like the best of friends or even classmates, but helping a guy at a desperate time really means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself waking up in the morning, trashing about in my bed and crying. I was not having a nightmare but a very sad dream. It's been a long time since I dreamt about her. However I do not want this kind of sad dreams to dampen my spirits during the O Levels period. Please, no more sad dreams. What if she was having the same dream as I? That could be like a mental linkage between us! Yeah, right...my wishful thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to let the power of my will to stop everything that could be an obstacle to my good O Levels results...GO! RUN LIKE THE WIND, XING YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8825577029976130424?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8825577029976130424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8825577029976130424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8825577029976130424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8825577029976130424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/dynamo-of-volition.html' title='The Dynamo of Volition'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2114394391595532220</id><published>2008-09-21T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:31:11.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quickie</title><content type='html'>I've added a few Jason Mraz's songs =D...Well I didn't find all the ones I want. So this is just part of a full playlist that I gonna present sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2114394391595532220?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2114394391595532220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2114394391595532220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2114394391595532220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2114394391595532220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-quickie.html' title='Another Quickie'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4927664242435869418</id><published>2008-09-20T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:44.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>If It Kills Me</title><content type='html'>I can't get over this feeling of guilt and shame. Now I don't know how to face this close friend that I framed and then apologised. Yeah, probably it's an appropriate time to sing OneRepublic's "Too Late To Apologise"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Prelim Program has been hell but also kinda fun. I've been arriving in school later than the other students in school. I heard that the kids are having their first paper next week Monday. Well all the best people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz's songs are a joy for me to listen to...So moving, so simple, so optimistic at times...I finally had found the songs to fit my mood right now. I've been so deeply affected by some matter than every song that goes into my ear makes me feel uncomfortable all over. Thank God, I bought Jason Mraz new album. It's a deux ex machina from...wherever it comes from..I love this album...I wanna forget the past and just move on but the ghosts of the past keep haunting me and the only way to keep these devils at bay are these soothing melodies from Jason Mraz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4927664242435869418?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4927664242435869418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4927664242435869418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4927664242435869418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4927664242435869418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-it-kills-me.html' title='If It Kills Me'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-9135907593087628375</id><published>2008-09-16T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:37:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rekindled my love for Jean Baptiste Maunier, the angel face "Morhange" in the french film "Les Choristes". Okay, not the man himself, but his voice. His voice is one of the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in the world. Somehow his voice had already broke, due to god-damned puberty, so it's kind of sad that we lost such an amazing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides loving and caressing Jean Baptiste Maunier's voice, I found another song that I love for its simplicity and sincerity. It's no other than Jason Mraz, the one-hit wonder boy who sings while dressed in the Pink. Though his latest album came out in March this year, I failed to notice this talent. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Yours" is a relaxing song which can soothes any tense nerves. It also makes you forget about the world and just be yourself. It is catchy, up beat and has a Hawaiian flavour to it. There ain't no better songs that can make ya wave your problems away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened to me? I don't know what the future has in store for me. I just felt like I've been splashed with a bucket of cold water and I just woken up from a fairy-tale dream. And there's this urge for me to restart everything from zero. I wish I could still be like in the past. However, if I still continue from there, I may end up being a suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is only a temporary new beginning. When O' Levels end, that will be the start of my new life...Everything is going to change, I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the day: I drove off a representative of the Government when he came to my house to do a survey. I just woke up from my nap and wanted to have dinner. But this bugger came too late...I'm so sorry, man...and STOP calling me "Sir".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-9135907593087628375?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/9135907593087628375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=9135907593087628375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9135907593087628375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9135907593087628375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2738060305364526063</id><published>2008-09-14T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:59:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick post...</title><content type='html'>Though the Prelims are already over, but I'm still quite buried in books. I did some notes for Physics during the weekends and also watched a few DVDs just to relax. I gonna tune in to Arts Central soon to watch a french film "Les Choristes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for Elaine, seriously. May you and Shaun's relationship continue to blossom more. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2738060305364526063?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2738060305364526063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2738060305364526063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2738060305364526063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2738060305364526063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-quick-post.html' title='Just a quick post...'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-147668506221300100</id><published>2008-09-07T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:56:59.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Feeling terrible. I guess I ate too much of Cadburry's chocolates. Now I'm having a flu, sore throat and a slight headache. Great timing, man...Just right before O' Levels and I had a minor operation on my foot which can't come in contact with with any liquid and I'm having trouble with moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a blunder out of myself the other day. I felt so shitty that I fell sick...Sent a lot of SMSs trying to explain myself and I only got like 2 SMS back. Not that I'm complaining that it's not fair that I didn't got back the same amount I sent out. I just don't want to think anymore. The more I think, I only made myself worser than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I ever did a blog...For who am I writing to? No one, actually. Nobody wants to know who am I or what am I or more prominently, what exactly am I whining about. You guys know what? I don't even care if there's anybody reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have hope for myself through the support of my friends. Now I've drove one of them to the abyss. I don't know what I can do to get her back. I should stop. Stop thinking. Stop delaying my studies because of everything I've fucking done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-147668506221300100?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/147668506221300100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=147668506221300100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/147668506221300100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/147668506221300100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/09/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7790180172864852001</id><published>2008-08-31T04:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:40:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbearable Cold</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to break it to you about how I feel about this friendship. I wish I could you how I feel right now. You had let me down to the point that I could no longer care about you anymore and I can't bother. To think that I treated you like that in the past, makes my heart ache with sadness and disappointment. I cry silently everyday...each day accumulating more tears and tears in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can notice, but you're far too busy in your life to notice this change and I don't want to trouble you any further. I don't want to let go of this friendship but it's hurting me way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing to me but an acquaintance now. If you think shoving you aside was an easy task, think again. I thought it through but this is the best solution to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to you about it til you notice this change in my attitude towards you. I'm sorry...deeply..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7790180172864852001?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7790180172864852001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7790180172864852001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7790180172864852001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7790180172864852001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/unbearable-cold.html' title='Unbearable Cold'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-9121781150244067334</id><published>2008-08-29T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:33:47.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles and Wheelchairs</title><content type='html'>Went to the hospital today for a minor operation so I didn't go to school today! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wish all the teachers a Happy Teachers' Day, I'm sorry I couldn't come visit you guys. I waited from 9:30am to 1:30pm for the operation because there were a lot of patients waiting in line and the doctors weren't done with the cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation room was damn bloody cold. I was shivering, not only because of the icy cold atmosphere, but also at the sight of needles. Yep, I totally hate needles. And the doctor used 3 shots of needles to numb my toe. Then I felt a sharp pain on my toe and realised he started operating on my toe and it haven't totally numb yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the doctor of course, and he stuck in another 2 shots of needles to numb again, without telling me..My God, I get really pale and scared if you're about to stick a needle in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for the operation was like 15 mins. It was fast. Really have to thank this particular nurse who really helped me calm my nerves and of course the doctor for doing such a fast job with the removal of the nail. I was wheeled out of the operation theatre. I love playing on the wheelchair. Not really playing but rolling it was the fun part but it was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your presence is no longer felt by my heart. A great success for me and my emotional roller-coaster. You are not my close friend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-9121781150244067334?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/9121781150244067334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=9121781150244067334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9121781150244067334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9121781150244067334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/needles-and-wheelchairs.html' title='Needles and Wheelchairs'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3938041597489966882</id><published>2008-08-26T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:29:03.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine Me</title><content type='html'>I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my elder sister very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends: Shaun, Farhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who loves to make fun of people and they mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to make racist jokes but don't mean them. The meaner it gets, the funnier it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being the minority in the class. Kinda makes me special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I hate the fame. It brings nothing but ego to your personality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a humble guy than a proud one. But I'm proud of myself of all the great achievements I had acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think too much. That means I'm a sensitive guy..I care a lot for people. Even they are not my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love observing people on the bus, MRT, streets...Practically anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to think but I prefer to have things already layed in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longer care what others think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate forcing myself into a group of people who don't regard my words at all.&lt;br /&gt;I usually keep quiet and don't talk at all. I might even take out my MP3 player and listen to the songs. Or I could simply walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being underappreciated. I'm not doing it for the fame and glory. I just want to be mentioned because I am part of it. But not in front of a crowd...That's embarrassing and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I have to do. I don't like to over-do it just to prove that I'm worth to be promoted or recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to give credits to my peers. Seeing them in the limelight...the time of their lives..Makes me happier than me receiving my due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to poke my nose into other people business because I want to know what my friends are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem very quiet when you're with me outside, but that's because I'm waiting for a topic to talk about. If you keep quiet, I'll start freaking out because I think you're really creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hmm or uh-huh, means I'm really attentively trying to comprehend every single word you told me so I wouldn't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hmm or uh-huh too many times, means I'm just trying to half comprehend and half waving your comments away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it depends where my eyes are looking. If I'm looking at you, means either you're too attractive or your words actually are making sense. If I'm looking elsewhere, it means either I saw a hot babe(1 second then turn back), a girl that could be my type(3 seconds then turn back) or you're just boring the shit out of me(10 secs and more) and I don't want to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is only like 50% of me that you'll understand. The other half is a mystery. That makes me different from the rest. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3938041597489966882?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3938041597489966882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3938041597489966882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3938041597489966882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3938041597489966882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/genuine-me.html' title='Genuine Me'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4773972125165759332</id><published>2008-08-20T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:57:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awkward Dream</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a short entry today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was with my guy friends in a field playing some sports game, then we came across this field of sunflowers, basking themselves in the presense of the sun and the girls were on the other side of the fields, enjoying themselves while admiring the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to cross over to the field to join them but somehow while in the middle of the fields, we stopped. There were a few bees flying around in the area and they had names on their yellow and black stripe bodies. Awkward, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the smart one(naturally), I decided to walk to the other side of fields and cross over while the guys take the dangerous route. Somehow, there was this bee who was pissed off by my decision to take the short-cut(I knew by some reason). He followed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaked out of course. Chuck was angry. I could tell, because his name on his body was in bright red and earlier, the names of the bee weren't in bright red. I was freaked out by it so I made a dash for the girls' area, swinging my hands around me, trying to drive the pissed-off bee away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed-off too, so in the midst of swinging. I caught the bee by the head and the stinger was pointing outwards. Phew. But Oh my God! The son of a bitch was fucking huge, I tell you. It's body width was like 7cm long, man! And I could see Chuck's stinger trying to sting my other hand but to no avail. Chuck felt like toy merchandise with fur and felt soft on the outside and have hard fillings on the inside. It felt like a soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it did stung my left palm. But it didn't felt pain. I pulled out the sting and I saw the small hole injury on my palm. The yellow liquid, not pus, did not ooze out of the hole. I was so damn worried that I might be poisoned by it. I thought Chuck was dead because, you know, his stinger came out. But that motherfucker grew it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's probably when I woke up to find that it was all a stupid, crazy dream. -.-!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4773972125165759332?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4773972125165759332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4773972125165759332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4773972125165759332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4773972125165759332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/awkward-dream.html' title='An Awkward Dream'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1860317149420721526</id><published>2008-08-19T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:35:42.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Something About Hospitals..</title><content type='html'>I hate hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That medicinal smell always linger in your nostrils and it's not a pleasant smell at all. You can even feel it in the atmosphere. The atmosphere is gloomy and there isn't anybody who's going to jump for joy. To top it off, you see injured and very ill people waiting in line to be diagnosed by the medical officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a middle-aged man, his finger bandaged. Then another guy, motorcyclist, sitting on his wheelchair, waiting to collect his medicine. It's a horrible sight. People with fever, flu, cough were quarantined in another holding area so as to not spread their virus to non-infected. Hmmm, sound like a good movie plot to do a zombie film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent like 4 goddamn hours at the polyclinic and the hospital, just to get an appointment for an minor operation. Wow...just wow..Nearly got the shock of my life when the doctor at the polyclinic said I have to have the operation today. Seriously, this is not cool at all. At least give the man some time to think about. You don't go around patients and say "Okay, you HAVE to be operated by today or your infection will get worse.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SHIT! I really fucking hate needles. They scare everything out of me....Probably it's my number 1 fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...Can't you doctors just put me to sleep first before you operate? I don't want any needles to be poked into my toe just to make it numb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1860317149420721526?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1860317149420721526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1860317149420721526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1860317149420721526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1860317149420721526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-something-about-hospitals.html' title='Just Something About Hospitals..'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7517044756854044894</id><published>2008-08-17T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:50:39.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty, Devasting yet Languorous Confessions</title><content type='html'>Feeling very bloated for a few weeks now...Don't know why..and I do feel FAT...ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I saw some disgusting comment somewhere on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe is slowly rotting away and Mother scared me by saying the doctor has to chop it off. Goddammit, Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mos Burger is frigging delicious. I had a normal burger from there once and it didn't made any impact on my taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfmother just disbanded and YES I'm fucking devasted by the loss. This band is REALLY good, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Banding Programme for the whole of next week! Yay! But Prelims is this Thursday...dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get what procrastination means...Can somebody tell me? I promise I'll never sodomise you..=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take Grade 5 Percussion Exam...have faith in my tutor, but I'm still nervous about it&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I frigging love music, and I'm just taking this for my ownself as a long-lasting hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering heavily whether I should really take the Directing Movies route in my life, because the industry itself is full of frauds.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise there's the Coen Brothers who don't like doing interviews with press yet they are amazing film-makers...yup, I want to follow them in their footsteps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start mugging til quite late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid you guys farewell...byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7517044756854044894?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7517044756854044894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7517044756854044894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7517044756854044894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7517044756854044894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/guilty-devasting-yet-languorous.html' title='Guilty, Devasting yet Languorous Confessions'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-123700742982427568</id><published>2008-08-17T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:32:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Just a Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be caring for you in any way. What's the point? You don't seem to give a shit. So what am I suppose to do? Erase all the good things about you from my mind and head back to life so I treat you like how you treated me now? Seems to be a pretty good idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-123700742982427568?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/123700742982427568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=123700742982427568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/123700742982427568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/123700742982427568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-just-fantasy.html' title='You&apos;re Just a Fantasy'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3807500640726794128</id><published>2008-08-16T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:11:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Had a great chat with Shaun, Farhan and Fazrina on MSN...Laughing our asses off at irrelevant topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't decided whether want to go join the band and head down to Genting Highland for band competition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that even though you claimed that you do treat me this way, I can feel nothing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why I haven't sleep. It's 4:07AM in the morning right now and I'm not feeling it's taking a toll on me. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that I missed out a lot of fun Afrom just now. But it's okay. I had a good sleep this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still kinda mourning over my MT results...and still can't believe that Shaun got B3...LOL..sorry, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Shaun...you didn't disappoint me. It's very seldom you come across friends like Shaun and Farhan....and Andrew =D dude I haven't forgotten about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna shut my eyelids for awhile...hmmm my bed feels nice...*yawn* lemme take short nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3807500640726794128?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3807500640726794128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3807500640726794128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3807500640726794128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3807500640726794128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1987103256956002181</id><published>2008-08-13T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:17:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Bitch</title><content type='html'>I am probably coming to an end in my life. Not that I don't want to live on, just that I cannot because it's too competitive out there. I seriously feel like giving up on studying because no matter how hard I try, I still cannot be better than my friends and seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the release of the MT O Levels results and I got a B4. I am happy with my grade, because, taking in mind that I nearly screwed up Paper 2 and wrote a very incomplete conclusion for my composition and had different answers from my friends for Listening Comprehension, I got a B4 for my Chinese paper. So it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, competiting with myself is not enough. Bobby got B3, Shaun B3, Farhan B3, Su Juen also B3, Bi Xuan also....ARGHHH all the B3s making me go mad. Because of the indirect peer pressure, I have to reconsider my options. Again. To retake or not to retake??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't feel like retaking because I know I'm done with Mother Tongue. I can't spend another week doing Chinese comprehension while trying to work out a goddamn answer for Chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the English Oral for O Levels. Damn, man. My picture conversation is really weak. I sincerely pray to Gohonzon that tomorrow will be an easy one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't want to try anymore...I'm not cut out for this thing....haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1987103256956002181?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1987103256956002181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1987103256956002181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1987103256956002181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1987103256956002181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifes-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s a Bitch'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-785190825583768666</id><published>2008-08-10T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:25:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!!! Now now, let's not all get all so excited..Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose my dad to go with me to the NDP. Mom said he liked watching this kind of big events because he's a big fan though he doesn't express it. For dinner, he bought himself lor mai kai. I forgot what is it called in English..It's like some steam rice. Anyway, and I bought myself KFC but I bought for him an extra burger just in case he gets hungry. Oh yeah, and Su Juen was there as an EXCO Member of the Show Committee and she came to look for me to say "Hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highlights of the whole show was the Black Knight planes and the fireworks. The planes were dope! Oh my gosh, the pilots were so brilliant in maneuvering the planes at such a breakneck speed! Two planes did a dangerous stunt which my jaws dropped in awe. Not literally, of course...Both planes, each flying from opposite ends of the skies and pass each other in parallel paths and what made it outstanding? Both planes were side by side when they pass each other! I was like telling myself, if they were to collide, I wouldn't jeer, but laugh in the most inappropriate manner. Yup, that's me. I'm a sadist for unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were beautiful too. I was kind of thinking they were trying to match up with Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony's fireworks. This year's fireworks was never this long before. Mr Lee Kuan Yew probably was yawning at their attempts to make this a big event. Come on! It's Beijing OLYMPICS, you can't beat that...SSA(Singapore Soka Association)'s performance was good. I can feel the unity they had, not that other groups weren't united. I think I'm bias on this one...=/..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it ended, we headed down to MacDonald's to get my sister some stuff to eat. Then walked all the way to Subway(Subway~ Eat Fresh!) to have a Subway Meltz while my dad had a cup of tea and half a Chocolate Chip Cookie. Ooh, it was awesome. Thank God, I told the guy who was serving me to add any vegetables. It was cool with the tomato, cucumber, green chili, anchovy...It was good. I was having a hard time trying to send SMSs to my friends. Sorry, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I don't know about this one. I had a good time SMS-ing her today...think she had a good time too. But that's me...Let's see how this work out later then. I promised her if I have two tickets to NDP 2009, I would ask her to come along with me. I'm not sure...She seem all right but too pretty for me. I would rather ask the other one but this one...hmm, let Nature takes its course then. =D No big problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-785190825583768666?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/785190825583768666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=785190825583768666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/785190825583768666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/785190825583768666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp-2008.html' title='NDP 2008'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8290084653588470279</id><published>2008-08-08T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:01:17.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, let me extend my congratulations to Pasir Ris Secondary School for the wonderful Official Opening. Everything went smoothly and there weren't any hiccups along the way. I was pleasantly surprised by the reception we have because usually there ain't anything for the students to eat except for the VIPs. I had 1 plate of nasi lemak and half a plate of it again because I was famished. So today kind of rocked =D. And then some idiot told my friend to get him some food and then he ends up telling us to help him finish while he goes flirt with his girl friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiyo Mr. Leong, this Opening Ceremony performances are still not any better than NDP one. How you compare your balloons to NDP's fireworks? Are you nuts?? But I'll give credit for the efforts put in. You guys did an awesome job of kissing Mr. Mah Bow Tan's ass. Hahaha!! Nah..Just joking. Seriously, it was fantastic for a small celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now I went to meet up with Su Juen Jie for lunch because I forgot to return her choir score last night. I put it in my bag as it was raining heavily then I forgotten everything about it until she sms-ed me then I alighted at the nearest bus-stop, only to be told that I could return her the score(more like book) the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we had Yoshinoya at Marina Square for lunch, before that she went to meet up with Fadhil. Man, I missed that senior...Wondering how's he doing right now. Okay, back to the story. She then later handed me TWO tickets to tomorrow's NDP. How cool is that?! Thanks Su Juen!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I was kind of hungry, but Su Juen was way faster with her food. I took some glances at her empty bowl while eating and went "Woah, this girl is fast! Like some hungry _____." This gave me stress, that I have to quickly munch down everything. Is is me or you? I usually finish my food very fast. But you managed to beat my record. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We only had some time to do window shopping so she went to Minitoons and found something she wanted. Some toy arm-rest. I think it's practical. Usually I find the side of my upper arm to have no feeling at all after long time of resting on the table. I would pinch and grab the meat out but I just couldn't feel anything. DAMN I'm fat. Ughh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marina Sqaure was having some kind of wedding exhibition going on. And some lady just came forward to us and asked us to help her. So yeah, okay, I'm willing to help. Then she asked.."Are you guys together?.." My mind went blanked. Okay I know I've been going out with Su Juen a lot of times but it's because we're just very close friends. Of course we both said "No." simultaneously so that shut that lady up. Five seconds after we left, Su Juen started laughing then "ugh"ing. I asked her "what's so funny?" and she said "I can't imagine being a couple with you." -.-...Okay. Thanks a lot...But later on, I was picturing in my mind the possibility of a wedding picture of me and her then I realised she was right all along. It was one of the most funniest yet grosteque picture ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have the tickets to NDP sitting right in front of me and now I'm thinking whether I should let my sister go or not. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sometimes see you pass outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8290084653588470279?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8290084653588470279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8290084653588470279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8290084653588470279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8290084653588470279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6027640315035397967</id><published>2008-08-05T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:19:53.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I've got this urge and craving to learn this piece of music. It's so jazzy yet so rock. I love the style that this music have. Hopefully, I can find the piano score for this song soon...Haiz, I miss the old Maroon 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;br /&gt;Songs About Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Steal some covers share some skin&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;You twist to fit the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: mold'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: mold...'; return true; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: mold'; " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?k=mold"&gt;mold&lt;/a&gt; that I am in&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;br /&gt;And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew&lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;That someday it would lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers trace your every outline&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm&lt;br /&gt;Change the weather still together when it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;Singing someday it'll bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to bring myself back home to you&lt;br /&gt;And you may not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Xvl5NIYRMo&amp;amp;hl=" width="375" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6027640315035397967?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6027640315035397967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6027640315035397967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6027640315035397967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6027640315035397967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3274790060764629984</id><published>2008-08-05T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:21:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany About...???</title><content type='html'>It's not about life this time. It's about having that extra special someone in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just realised that EVERYONE, yes everyone, is somehow going to leave at some part of your life. Even family, friends, pets or whoever it may concerns you. It's going to be fucking lonely and fucking miserable, I know. Til you get your life-long partner, you have no idea who you're going to end up with. So you spend your life like wreck, enjoying the company of friends and family and not knowing that one day, they will leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before. The group of friends I have, keep changing to different faces. At first I saw Andrew, then it was Yan Ting, and now it's my lovely band mates and of course, my wonderful Jie, Su Juen. The sad thing is, it's never confirmed whether I will see them again later part of my life. But I want to let you guys know, wherever you guys go, whether overseas, I will always remember that you made a difference in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our topic, that extra special someone is of course, you partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I finally understood the idea of having that partner. Friends are going to leave you, they're not going to be there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that partner is actually your life-long friend. She's neither your girlfriend nor your wife. The reason why you guys are together is not that you guys are made for each other. Rather, it's because you guys can get along really well like very, very close friends. I don't know. I just see it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to wait it out, wait for that best girl friend to come by and see how it goes. No use being desperate for girl who doesn't regard you like a close friend, what more a partner for life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3274790060764629984?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3274790060764629984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3274790060764629984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3274790060764629984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3274790060764629984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/epiphany-about.html' title='Epiphany About...???'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3264749720830972484</id><published>2008-08-02T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:11:20.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough!</title><content type='html'>Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing, mind-bogling, puzzling and...more confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I felt like dropping all my subjects and just start making films or music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand doing homework and doing revisions, it just bores the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only humming First Suite in E Flat, I'm singing songs to entertain myself(David Cook, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself dreaming and conjuring pieces of an action film. Example, some sniper from a HDB Block is trying to assasinate me but he misses. So I'm hiding behind a wall and suddenly the whole chunk of concrete gets pulled out and reveals my location. I stand up slowly, looking out into the open space while the camera zooms out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered I was going to sleep when I had "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" Beatles song stuck in my head while the image that I had unconciously imagined was the most trippiest image I ever had. I was not taking drugs, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm waiting for the day I could stack up all my unwanted books like a beacon and burn them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another topic, shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so unimportant right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I talk or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I try to joke, people says I'm lame and I suck at jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say anything, people think I'm awfully quiet and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say something serious, people think I'm no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I feel that I'm not pleasing EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not about pleasing, it's about socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a bad socialiser, I can't fucking keep up with the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't fucking entertain someone by my own for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even make people think I'm a fun, lovable asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always stuttering my words because they can't flow out smoothly from my brain to my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I a joke created by Gods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a goddamn comedy television channel to let Them watch me at how feeble and pathetic my attempts are at interacting with beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am, then fuck you Gods. Seriously, fuck you all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I be myself, when I don't even know who I really am anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3264749720830972484?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3264749720830972484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3264749720830972484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3264749720830972484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3264749720830972484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/08/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5249344341026368646</id><published>2008-07-29T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:53:19.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investiture 2008</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to say actually. Probably you guys heard or read about it on other people's blogs. There's nothing else I could add on but only a few messages regarding to the letters my friends had given me. Thank you, Sir, for exposing me to a variety of music genre. I experienced a lot from my participation and thanks for teaching and guiding me through my Secondary School life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dearest senior and Jie: Haha, sure invite you to the gala premiere of my movie de la! Next time, when I'm rich, I'm not only going to return you the favour of Swensons' but treat you as many flavours of ice-cream as you want! Hahaha...So touched by your letter too. Anything happen to you must tell me leh! I want to understand my Jie better also. I'm serious, man...Don't want everytime I say my problem then you never tell me your sitiation...So worried de loh..kns de leh you. =X jkjk..I copy you, everytime also say kns mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan and Shaun: Damn I'll miss you guys a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors: Work hard for SYF! Good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be coming soon..As for now, BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5249344341026368646?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5249344341026368646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5249344341026368646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5249344341026368646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5249344341026368646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/investiture-2008.html' title='Investiture 2008'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6253021435540879769</id><published>2008-07-22T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:39:15.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Tale</title><content type='html'>Recently, I went out to with Su Juen and James to catch a movie. Before I start, thank you Su Juen for accompanying me shopping! Sorry that I couldn't help you take your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reckon you guys know what movie we watched. Yup, it was The Dark Knight. A groundbreaking milestone, I must say. It was a solid 2 hours and 30 minutes of guilty pleasure. Christopher Nolan's vision of the Batman films is very large-scaled, from the chaotic streets of Chicago to the tall skyscrapers of Hong Kong. It had very good cinematography and I adore the texture that Wally Pfister, the cinematographer, captured on film. It wasn't the most visually stunning film, but the story was top-notch. It explores the themes of chaos and anarchy and keep on exploring, daringly bringing new ideas to this already dark film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker, played by the late Heath Ledger, was an excellent move by Christopher Nolan. I feel that Batman Begins was set up for this epic battle between Joker and Batman. Joker is petrifying, mystifying, psychotic, charismatic, sadistic..Oh my God, there's just so many words you can describe this iconic villain. Once he showed up on the screen, you just can't help but be mesmerised by this mad clown. Simply to put, he steals every scene he's in. What a waste, what a pity that Heath Ledger had passed away. I wouldn't call him a legend but he had potential to be one of the greatest actors of his generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the praises. I had 2 tests so far. It was a surprise for me when I got back my Physics common test results. I hadn't really study that much before the test day itself and amusingly, I scored 31/40...That's an A1. I laughed at myself, but I wasn't proud. Aziz got the highest, scoring 38/40. Damn, man! That's a benchmark I got to set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Investiture is coming soon this Saturday and there's Chemistry remedial til 12:30. I'm really hoping I have the time to make it back home to bath and change and then come right down without the stench of sour sweat so I could hug some people without having them cringing at my odorous back. Heck, man. I don't know what to expect on that day. I would probably sit at one corner by myself when the ceremony's over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only and major fear I have is to be alone without the ones I love. I'm not scared if I'm in class because I don't give a shit about them..Not all of them. I just don't like it when I'm out there with my favourite group of friends, I'm being left out. I don't want to be seen like fish out of water, you know. I'm just afraid of being alone by myself when the others are having fun..I really am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6253021435540879769?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6253021435540879769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6253021435540879769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6253021435540879769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6253021435540879769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-tale.html' title='The Dark Tale'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2883348112100882325</id><published>2008-07-15T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:15:52.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless...</title><content type='html'>2nd day of school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still humming Super Mario song during some other boring periods(Mr Neo, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumming First Suite in E Flat's snare drum while singing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chua "kicked out" the inefficient Chemistry students, that's me, to some new teacher who says her name is Mrs T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like her at first because she looked like the old hag from the movie Hot Fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm stuck in that class with one of the classmate I hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was caught "sleeping" in class again but actually I was too bored with Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught everyone off guard when I raised my head and grumbled irritatedly with a "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo joked about it, saying that I was unhappy with him and ask me whether I wanted to fight him...-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like sleeping but I ain't...Maybe I was..Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had O Levels MT Listening Comprehension during this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was broadcasted on a 92.4FM which is a radio station that broadcasts classic symphony music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say, those music are really entertaining yet they sound like a lullaby, putting me to sleep before the exam started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was literally slapping myself in the face to shake me off slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st passage was difficult to understand so I had to guess the answer for questions 1 and 2...which are D and B respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was struggling to change my answers so I changed the latter to (1)D and (2)D instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, the majority written down their answers as D and B...-.-..%$&amp;amp;#*%^#&amp;amp;#(%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to jog and work out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back was aching as hell after the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Bye! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2883348112100882325?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2883348112100882325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2883348112100882325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2883348112100882325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2883348112100882325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/restless.html' title='Restless...'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6291453597557916094</id><published>2008-07-12T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:40:21.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Musica V!</title><content type='html'>Haha...I'm sorry people that I didn't blog right after the concert because I needed to rest my mind and I had a lot to say but I don't know where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was a sucess! Apparently, we oversold our tickets but I don't think anyone stood up during the whole concert. Mario Ensemble had the audience cheering like there's never going to be a tomorrow haha..So did Rocky. You got to admit! Rocky is a great energy song! Disney Fantasy was good but not that great as I think there were some problems with the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated A LOT for Calverymen of the Prairie. It's just way too difficult for me to handle. Besides, if my running notes have any mistakes, it will surely be detected by the audience. Let's just say I played more than 75% of the song. Hahaha Su Juen said it is tiring to play that song. It's a difficult piece for the whole band too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Goh sang for Wave. My family were making fun of him afterwards, saying that when he teach Science, he will be doing a cantabile version of his teaching. Cousin was hilarious and he was thankful that I invited him to come watch the concert and he said it was one of best concerts he had ever watched in a long time. Haha...So honoured by his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the whole Band for their efforts in making this concert a success. Guys, thank you so much for moving the instruments off the lorry. I know it ain't easy, I once did that 2 years ago and that time we forgot to bring back our bass amplifier...HOWEVER, this time, I'm proud to say: Everything that we brought to Victoria Concert Hall, had been brough back to the Band Room!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Ensemble was one of the coolest thing I have ever done in my life and I have to thank the whole Percussion for making this a great success. Though there were mistakes here and there, I don't think the audience know it but for the Underwater Theme, I came in wrongly as I couldn't see Huan Ting because the boys blocked my view so I had to guess and it was the wrong guess...Fortunately I was able to come back into the song and we did quite all right later...Ending Theme was brilliant, followed by the last Main Theme...Awesome performance! I really loved the Grand Opening where everyone came in together...It was the first note to set the mood for the rest of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND of course, how can I forget that Su Juen is one of the key driving forces in the Percussion Ensemble. Yeah she was. Though she was introduced as the alumni who arranged the song, she was like the person working behind the spotlight, motivating and pushing us to success. None of this would be possible if it wasn't for her. Seeing her working day and night was heartbreaking for me...haha, I'm serious...She's just this "little" girl who went through so much hardship and pain and here she is, at the pinnacle point of her life. I just want to say: Dude you rock. We love you. Don't. Leave. Us. You truly deserve to be in the spotlight right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, everything that has a beginning must have an end. Reality is sinking in deep into my heart. Investiture will soon come and I probably will not see any of my best band mates in the coming months. Guys I will definitely miss you. For now, let us rest well and head back to school on Monday. SU JUEN YOU MUST SLEEP HOR! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seacrest" out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6291453597557916094?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6291453597557916094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6291453597557916094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6291453597557916094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6291453597557916094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-musica-v.html' title='Viva La Musica V!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5286382724228946743</id><published>2008-07-10T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:06:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Musica V!!(tomorrow -.-)</title><content type='html'>The feeling just ain't there. No matter how much I try to enjoy. It just isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say PE's a time to relax your body and mind. Instead my PE is stressful due to that psycho Mr. Chai. Now I have my shoulders aching and my leg muscles pulling. How am I suppose to perform tomorrow when I'm in such a poor condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't even know if I did the right thing. Maybe it was meant to be? On the concert's day itself, I will finally get the most from Sir? I'm referring neither to praises nor happiness. Maybe he will push me to the wall and start screaming at my ambiguous face. Then I will try not to think about it. I will try to shake it off but I can't because I'm feeling too damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want now, is to get tomorrow's day over with. After that, I will be celebrating...Just one day, it can't be that bad...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5286382724228946743?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5286382724228946743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5286382724228946743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5286382724228946743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5286382724228946743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-musica-vtomorrow.html' title='Viva La Musica V!!(tomorrow -.-)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8467462322501104735</id><published>2008-07-06T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:38:18.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too..</title><content type='html'>I'm being left on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No family's support, no friends' support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of loneliness is very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No listening ear, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have my computer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know the world have their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be selfish and ask for attention from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I keep committing the same fucking mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad and bitter truth, about one's life, that we are always live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though government tells us to have great relationship with your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forge strong friendship with many races of friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are they when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in times of danger, then you start thinking about your friends and your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wondering how they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why I'm an anti-social person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mix around with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, they are going to fucking leave you on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those years of friendship will surely go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members have their own family to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what will happen to me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8467462322501104735?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8467462322501104735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8467462322501104735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8467462322501104735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8467462322501104735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-too.html' title='Just too..'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7320552118110135867</id><published>2008-07-06T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:36:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish?</title><content type='html'>Is it my fault for being too passionate about a performance? In the midst, somehow people's feelings are hurt by your very words and people deemed you as "selfish". Is it selfish if you want to get something done for the same people who has plans of their own? I don't know. I'm in a dilema right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't act now, when do I act? On that day itself? It's already too late for adjustments and amendments. Then when we perform, we'll be disappointing a lot of people who put in the effort to make this performance possible for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been disappointed by some people too. I always don't want to think bad things about them because I know they are my friends and I believe that they have troubles on their own, that's why they can't commit themselves fully to their duties. I always try to justify the actions they do. Why can't some of them put themselves in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm selfish, I wouldn't give a damn about this performance. I would probably neglect my duties. I would say "Hey guys it's all right...Just one more week, let's get it over with..". Heck, I wouldn't be here anymore. The motivation that kept pushing me on, is my will. I am willing to sacrifice my time for studies as it's only one week to the concert. I want us to suceed and not play average music with no unity and balance. That's why I keep insisting on extra practices. It's only 1 day of Banding, but there's only one Viva La 5 Concert. Plus it's the FIRST Percussion Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't have said about quitting just because we couldn't get another practice. I'm sorry. But that's not the intention I have in mind. It's much more complicated that you think it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7320552118110135867?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7320552118110135867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7320552118110135867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7320552118110135867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7320552118110135867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/selfish.html' title='Selfish?'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4730522025294139774</id><published>2008-07-03T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:18:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz..</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know what I'm feeling now?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Dudes, I finally understand what you guys went through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4730522025294139774?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4730522025294139774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4730522025294139774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4730522025294139774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4730522025294139774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiz.html' title='Haiz..'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3458495201020288101</id><published>2008-06-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:19:46.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Entry</title><content type='html'>Went jogging at 6:17PM today. Horrible experience. I had a heavy lunch which ended up at 3:45PM. I thought all the food was digested. To my amazement, after the jogging and resting for 15 darn minutes, I ran to my room's toilet just to release some fragments of lunch from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important lesson learnt...never have a heavy lunch before a run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3458495201020288101?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3458495201020288101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3458495201020288101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3458495201020288101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3458495201020288101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-entry.html' title='Short Entry'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5930178999445144611</id><published>2008-06-18T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:12:54.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings Special</title><content type='html'>Recently, Channel 5 announced that it will be showing the whole LOTR Trilogy on the television. Watching those commercials touched the very bottom of my heart. It reminded me when I was back in Primary School, I had no idea why this trilogy itself gained a lot of recognition. So I decided to watch the last and final chapter of the trilogy in the cinemas. I watched a little from part one but not part two so I had a rough idea what this movie is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it simple, it's a story of courage, trust, hope and loyalty but it was depicted in an epic manner that no one, I repeat again, no one could have done it except for Peter Jackson. I admire a lot of characters from the film, especially for Frodo Baggins. Though he is a small little creature, he wasn't corrupted and has led an innocent sweet life until he was thrown into this perilous adventure which altered his life forever. Making a lot of friends along the way, this adventure could not be complete without the Fellowship of the Ring because everyone's decisions mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cinematic masterpiece from the start to the end. What stood out to me was the music which blended in so damn well with the picture. The acting from the ensemble cast was excellent, delivering the best they ever done before. Every touch to the character, the visual effects, the background was personal. I was simply blown away by these movies. There were a few gold moments in the last chapter. A few shots and scenes made me teared up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't a crybaby, for your info. It's like you watched your darling little babies grow up and you were there all along. And when they finally did, you can't help but cry. That's what I felt when I watched it. Yes I'm emotional because I always connect with the characters in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These films could be the worst fantasy movies you ever watched. Fantasy movies are usually meant to entertain with its visual effects and acting are supposed to be sub-par. However, Director Peter Jackson brought a lot of wonderful colours to this painting. Wonderful colours are not enough, you must have the vision and the tone set in mind, which Jackson surprisingly achieved it. I take my hats off to you, really I do. By the way, it is the film that inspires me to be a film-maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special mention to the composer, Howard Shore. He has composed a score so extraordinary, so iconic. I, for one, don't really know what movies has he scored but I have to say, besides my favourite Michael Giacchino, he has done a marvelous job on these 3 films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, simply too beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm sorry if I'm geeking out too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5930178999445144611?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5930178999445144611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5930178999445144611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5930178999445144611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5930178999445144611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-of-rings-special.html' title='Lord of the Rings Special'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5716345232196900942</id><published>2008-06-16T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:11:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story-Telling!(4)</title><content type='html'>You can't say I always wanted to pay a visit to Changkat Changi Band, not that I hate you guys there, but it's something I find that is little importance to me. However, Epiphany is coming real soon later this week and so I thought maybe it's time to visit CCSS Band for a while. So I gathered Wei Jie and James to go together. Unfortunately, Shaun and Farhan couldn't join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the Band had changed rooms with some other CCA group then we ended up in some kind of dance room. When we first arrive in the room, after we greeted Mr Pisit, he told us "Later you go through the pieces with the percussion ok?". All of us were quite surprised because we only came to visit, not to tutor them. Hmm...Maybe this is what friend players do? So we agreed to help out. They were playing La Macarena, arranged by Sir. Great saxophone solo by Sir, by the way. It was a great experience because it opened my eyes to different band's culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Su Juen asked me and James whether want to go to Swee Lee to buy some shakers. Why not? So Su Juen met us at the MRT Station and off we went on the train. We reached Bugis and walked quite a while where we arrived at Swee Lee. It was an amazing place filled with a lot of exotic and exquisite instruments. Honestly, it's actually more amazing than Yamaha. Thanks Su Juen for bringing us there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we headed down to Popular Shop to do some window-shopping. I was wandering on my own and found myself in CD-Rama 2 floors above and browsed through other discs. James was hungry after a while so we went to some Bugis Mall to eat KFC. We were actually pondering over, KFC or Pastamania or Yoshinoya. I had myself a chicken wrap, James had Zinger Burger and not-hungry Su Juen, who at first declined the second piece of chicken, had 2-piece Chicken Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after going through Bugis Street, we took a bus down to Esplanade where we hung out at the library. Su Juen and James were going through some Ensemble pieces and Marimba duets while I was sitting alone, trying to sort out my clouded mind. After borrowing some pieces to try out, we went to the roof top where many people were there to relax and have fun with their friends. After buying some drinks and snacks, we played Truth or Dare on the roof itself. Hmm...You can say that I uncovered some shocking truths about Su Juen and James. We continued playing at the MRT Station at City Hall where we met Sir's tutor and we said "Hi" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry what happened today Su Juen and James. I didn't mean to be an asshole for not talking. It's not emo ok? If I emo, I would tell my problem to you guys already. I would be like a sobbing child, but I wasn't today. It was like what James said, outcast. Then from this thought leads to another then to another. In short, it was my imagination running wild. Aye you can't really blame me, it is in my director personality. I like imaginations running wild, thinking of possibilities that could happen but in this case, it was the wrong usage. From the thoughts, it affects my mood. Hey I'm a musician right? If musicians are not emotional, they can go to hell already. So I'm really sorry what happened...Next time when it happens, I'll try to do an emotional check on myself. And remind me too! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for today...It's 1:11am according to my watch. Bye bye...Hope tomorrow's practice is a great joy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5716345232196900942?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5716345232196900942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5716345232196900942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5716345232196900942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5716345232196900942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-telling4.html' title='Story-Telling!(4)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-113642643687564822</id><published>2008-06-15T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:09:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abomination of Memories</title><content type='html'>I just caught a screening of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt; just hours ago. Apparently, it's a re-make from the horrible Ang Lee's "Hulk" back in 2003. Eric Bana, not Banner, has been replaced by Edward Norton, who, in my opinion, makes a better Bruce Banner than Bana. It's a cool movie by the way. The makers decided to hell with the scientific explanation by doing a short montage clips of what happened to the genius scientist, Bruce Banner. It has three major fight scenes with the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Normal Blonsky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Super Soldier Blonsky&lt;/span&gt; then followed by the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abomination&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know, I seem to like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edward Norton&lt;/span&gt; more as an actor after watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, I was rewinding back to the past when I was in Sec 2. It contained Happy memories first...then sad ones. I couldn't help remembering it because it all seemed so significant to me...somehow..Life in Sec 2 was super awesome. Juniors, treasure this year a lot because next year it's going to a lot more tougher. To that person, you know who you are, I'm not upset over it anymore, I've looked past it so it wouldn't harm right?? Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through one of my friend's blog. Ex(or not, I'm not really sure on this), to be exact. Reading it brought me back to that day when she confessed. Honestly, I wasn't quite surprised but I was delighted. I kind of knew that she was into me somehow for her actions were quite obvious. There's this famous Matrix quote: Everything that has a beginning has an end. Oh yeah, it was an end to our short-lived relationship(?). I still can't quite get the original details. Hello! It was over two years ago, man! What did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum off the night, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marvel Studios&lt;/span&gt; has two hits in a row with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;! We get to see wee bit of Xing You's Sec 2 life, which was happy then sad. And the mysterious Ex! *Gasp* Who is that?! Hahaha! It sounds like I'm doing some stupid television show with all the intensity and drama. So long, til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-113642643687564822?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/113642643687564822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=113642643687564822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/113642643687564822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/113642643687564822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/abomination-of-memories.html' title='Abomination of Memories'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5646860226605905726</id><published>2008-06-11T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:48:39.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story-Telling Time!(3)</title><content type='html'>Coming to school for Band Practices is just so tiring. The process is fun but the result of it causes me to wear out and I'm in no condition to do my homework. Sure I'm happy that I sorted out some of my parts but my studies is at stake here. No I'm not protesting against Band Practices, I just feel I could really use a little bit more time...Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little primary school kids are just adorable. Shaun, if you're reading this, I'm not a potential paedophile. The kids were awesome. I conducted the Band on Spongebob Squarepants. Now come to think of it, it was really cool and I'm really honoured by the fact that I'm conducting a piece of one of my favourite cartoon show's music. Thank God, Sir didn't conduct "Colours of the Wind". It's an easy piece of music, it's just that I have to roll the suspended cymbal AND play the glockenspiel. Synchronisation between both hands, playing very different thing. It's more dfficult playing drumset but of course, Su Juen's demo seemed easy. Damn me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Hui Xian, Shaun and Farhan are having a good time in Vietnam. They do actually, but when they come back, I don't want to imagine...Have a safe flight back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is recruit practice, I've got no choice but to go back because we don't have much people to help out the recruits. Ok so now I got to go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5646860226605905726?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5646860226605905726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5646860226605905726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5646860226605905726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5646860226605905726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-telling-time3.html' title='Story-Telling Time!(3)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7329556649227968764</id><published>2008-06-09T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:18:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Day Camp(Day 1)</title><content type='html'>Haiz...I totally screwed up the whole Band Practice today. I guess we started out on the wrong foot today. Without Shaun and Farhan, it was difficult to tell them to move out and get the right instruments, I guess it's my fault too. Mr Pisit seemed irritated by my unnecessary movements as he gave me some, jokingly, angry looks. I apologised profusely sometimes for barging in and demanding a permission to get our percussion things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my achievements are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Motivating my juniors to work harder, which I think they did. They improved a bit, I hope they can really get their head into the whole Viva La experience.&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting things done on time...they moved their asses a little faster than usual.&lt;br /&gt;3. The grand beginning of Mario song really feels a lot better and we are able to play together better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shitty things are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing Percussion 2 scores...I don't understand how can it get lost! LIKE ONE FUCKING WARNING NOT ENOUGH. HAIZ..don't want to harp on it&lt;br /&gt;2. Got scolded by Sir for moving my ass too much for the Mario Song. It's not insulting but hey, I was trying to enjoy myself. And he tells me to enjoy myself but not in this manner...-.-&lt;br /&gt;3. Wei Jie broke the Maracas. I can't believe it, I seriously can't...There is a hole in it. Huan Ting said the wood chipped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so the good events balances out the bad events. Actually, all these bad events are seriously very..serious. I'd rather write out the whole score, then print out 1 more extra. I do feel fucking guilty. First day of Band Camp without Shaun and Farhan and this shit happens? Come on! We got to pull ourselves together! I don't want to see a lackadaisical Percussion section! I admit, I'm not the smartest and clearest guy there is like Shaun and Farhan but I'm trying very hard to live it up to their expectations of me. I'm so sorry guys...I'm so sorry Su Juen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Juen I know though that you never say anything about the lost scores but I know, you must be feeling damn pissed, or probably very disppointed in us. I'm really sorry, nothing I say maybe couldn't retrieve back the lost scores, but I am willing to copy out the whole score of Percussion II scores if you let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let tomorrow be a new start, let me get off the bed with the right foot. Shaun, Farhan and Alumni, I shall not let you guys down. JIA YOU XING YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7329556649227968764?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7329556649227968764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7329556649227968764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7329556649227968764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7329556649227968764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/band-day-campday-1.html' title='Band Day Camp(Day 1)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5514355261943970006</id><published>2008-06-08T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:17:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story-Telling Time!(2)</title><content type='html'>First thing first...I'm very glad to say that: June Study Camp is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the Sec 4s and 5s have to report to school every morning during weekdays for 2 weeks to equip ourselves with more knowledge so we can finish our syllabus on time. Unfortunately for those taking DNT and Art, they have to finish do their coursework in the afternoon on weekdays while the rest of us goes home at 2:30pm. It was definitely tiring for us. The teachers planned some educational trips for us such as visiting the Singapore Botanic Gardens and some various JCs, Polytechnics and NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a trip to Botanic Gardens to discover some "exotic" plants and trees, but only to find ourselves in very damp conditions as it was raining cats and dogs. Some students ran into to get themselves drenched and took photos. I bet tourists must be offended by our rowdy intrusion. I got to take some candid photos of Hafir sleeping, Yu Chao standing beside four recycle bins and more pictures. I never really got to look around the Gardens. I heard that 4E6 completed their journey with Ms Jiang, who organised this activity. All in one, it was a worthless, stupid trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking why I think so much. That's what people are telling me now. All this thinking are keep me out of the big picture somehow. It's kind of like suicide, shrouding myself in a mist, unable to find my way out and who knows, this might lead to my death. I don't quite know what I'm doing now. I'm thinking of girls, band, Percussion Ensemble, my gay friends (I don't know what happen to both of them, I tried to intervene but I got molested instead...sheesh..), and other problems too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I'm having some sort of Band Training Camp so now I'm going to hit the sack. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5514355261943970006?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5514355261943970006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5514355261943970006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5514355261943970006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5514355261943970006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-telling-time2.html' title='Story-Telling Time!(2)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2432650349902152075</id><published>2008-05-24T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:07:07.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Finally after many weeks of singing, we finally have the newest American Idol crowned on the stage of Nokia Theatre in LA. It was tough competition for both David Archuleta and Cook but as Simon Cowell said, what we have witnessed from Archuleta is a knockout. Personally I still love what Cook did on that night.&lt;br /&gt;After many performances by our top 12 contestants and some comedy skits by Mike Myers and Ben Stiller and gang(Best skit I've seen in a long time), Ryan Seacrest crowned David Cook as the new American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833730111374562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SDe7NNl8BOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jnoq25Tt1kI/s320/normal_81196181_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictue you see above is, of course, David Cook. That's when he sang the winning song "The Time of My Life". Great song but I don't think it's his style. Anyway, the song hit number 1 on the best selling list in iTunes. I'm going to end this entry soon but let me share with you guys some of the songs he did that I found brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David Cook and David Archuleta singing "Hero" by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTqqm2s2ob0&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color2="0xcd311b" rel="0&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook singing "My Hero" by Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQ4xWLsZoWY&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color2="0xcd311b" rel="0&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2432650349902152075?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2432650349902152075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2432650349902152075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2432650349902152075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2432650349902152075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/SDe7NNl8BOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jnoq25Tt1kI/s72-c/normal_81196181_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-370648065965221548</id><published>2008-05-19T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:39:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story-Telling Time!(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I think I going to name all these posts regarding about bits and pieces of my life "Story-Telling Time!" because, really, all these are based on true stories of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened lately? Uhh...My mid year exam results kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt;. I got only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; points for L1R4. Seriously, which school would accept me? But I'm proud of my Physics results, I got an &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt; for it. I could have gotten better, just that a stupid silly mistake cost me my marks. So during the June Holidays, I got to review my attitude toward my other subjects and better make major improvements before all Hell break loose(wait a minute, got a bug on my screen...damn I killed it and now pieces of it are stuck on the screen...anway..) in term 3. Lessons til 4 in the afternoon and PE is right after that?! You got to be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the few things I got to do in June Holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. RESIST ANY FUCKING TEMPTATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2. Do revisions for ALL my subjects and allocate time for them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. Must heavily moninter my section's stroking and playing. Priority is Percussion Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Strive for perfection in my playing, especially Calvarymen of Priarie...Alumni you got to help me on this one please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Pray to Gonhonzon every morning that I will pass my O Levels with high flying colours and Viva La V will be a great sucess for the Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Practice sucked last week, partly because we haven't practised in a while. Mind you, it was nearly a month and we were all focusing on our Mid Year Exams. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Super Mario was a pleasant surprise.&lt;/span&gt; I taught the recruits Theory, which was hell for me because I'm a really down-to-business type of person and entertaining and teaching at the same time is just not my thing. Cheryl, an Alumni, helped me out. She had a bit of that Su Juen personality in her. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thank you so much Cheryl for helping me!&lt;/span&gt;...though you won't be able to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekends doing a little bit of MT and relaxing most of the time. I went to my sister's house on Sunday night. We wanted to watch &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt; but it was way too late for us as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my sisters, brother-in-law and my cousin were playing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mahjong for more than 3 hours&lt;/span&gt; from I think from 12am to 3am. As time passes, they begin to lose their sanity by uttering some funny crap from time to time. Cousin was all "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zi Mo&lt;/span&gt;"(touching yourself but in Mahjong sense it means winning by getting one of the tiles) after seeing Mariah Carey on MTV channel because in her music videos, she was really touching herself all over the place. Finally everyone went to bed at like 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro-in-law and cousin left the house this morning though they didn't have work but they got some thing to do, I don't know how to put it. So the rest of us finally woke up at 1pm and we had MacDonald's for lunch and we watched &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt; while devouring our lunch. After NCFOM, elder sister wanted to watch another show so we had &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Horton&lt;/span&gt; after like 15 minutes, like an interval between two movies. I slept afterwards til 7pm because I felt too tired to operate in the afternoon.  We had our dinner together with bro-in-law and went back home...so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, blogging about what happened a few days back. Hope you guys won't be bothered by the long entry..so erm...let me add some colours to reduce your stress of reading this post......(3 minutes later) ahh I hope it helps...yeah I'm going off now...Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-370648065965221548?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/370648065965221548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=370648065965221548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/370648065965221548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/370648065965221548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-telling-time1.html' title='Story-Telling Time!(1)'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-3460333217044472887</id><published>2008-05-12T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:48:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Metal</title><content type='html'>Update: Oh I do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; mood swings...It makes me spout out nonsense...sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-3460333217044472887?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/3460333217044472887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=3460333217044472887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3460333217044472887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/3460333217044472887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/05/confused-metal.html' title='Confused Metal'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8355313621705831069</id><published>2008-04-29T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:13:35.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok..This is kind of short notice. I decided to do an entry on the film that I want to own on DVD but some I have acquirred already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000s DVDs:&lt;br /&gt;*Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;*Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;*No Country for Old Men&lt;br /&gt;*Lord of The Rings: The Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;*Shaun of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;*Hot Fuzz&lt;br /&gt;Initial D&lt;br /&gt;Infernal Affairs&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Tenenbaums&lt;br /&gt;*Click&lt;br /&gt;Across The Universe&lt;br /&gt;The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;King Kong&lt;br /&gt;Goal!&lt;br /&gt;*The Darjeeling Limited&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;*South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut&lt;br /&gt;Cloverfield&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990s:&lt;br /&gt;*Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;*Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;*The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;Resevoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;The Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those movies that have a star beside it means those movies I have to own on DVD. Some of these films are ones I find to enjoy very much. All of these movies connect me in a very personal way. In the next upcoming posts, I would write a review per post so you guys won't be bored when you come to my blog. :D If you're free, go check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;www.imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;www.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let me bid you farewell. Have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8355313621705831069?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8355313621705831069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8355313621705831069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8355313621705831069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8355313621705831069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/movies.html' title='Movies!!!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6052479537494629586</id><published>2008-04-27T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:20:37.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Shooting</title><content type='html'>Now then I realise what's it like to be a movie director. Zakaria asked me for my help to film a short clip about himself for his polytechnic course so I decided, what the heck, let's just try. I had no experience at all in filming really. All the ideas in my head just stayed there but I didn't use any of them because I didn't film anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st shot that we had to do was filming a dark scary alley where seldom people walked. I found the spot near my house and started shooting. It was hard to get the angle so as to achieve the effect so we tried walking with the camera slowly and tried zoom in slow. To our surprise, the walking one had the effect. Zooming loses it because it looks very robotic and not natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we headed to Starbucks in Eastpoint because his camera has ran flat of battery so while charging it, we planned out what's the next scene going to be like. We were like animated characters, moving our arms all around, trying to get some ideas out and we tried with the FX sounds that Zak had on his Mac Book. We even planned it out on a storyboard. For those who doesn't know what's a storyboard, it's a piece of paper with many boxes of pictures depicting what's the scene going to be like in rough sketch. There we have it, a storyboard for Zak's video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went to his house to get a couple of scenes done. We had some fun with the knifes. The longest shoot was trying to get this scary shot of the knife being thrown back, ready to cut something, and looking murderous as possible. But we forgot to sync with the FX sound so we had to do it again. Thanks Zakaria's sister for the drink and his mother for the food...It was delicious, really. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun yet tiring shoot. Planning everything and setting the mood and the place was difficult. Besides we did not have a crew to help us out. I want to thanks Zak for giving me this opportunity to work with him. Thanks, man! I spent like the whole night helping him out and I got home at 12:20am. Even though we spent the whole night shooting a simple 2-3min clip, we only got it like 1/3 to 1/2 done! No wonder directors usually spend a week on a scene which is only like 10 mins of the film. Now I wish I could do abit more of filming after my O Levels...before I enter my polytechnic course! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today! Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S COMING BACK!! WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6052479537494629586?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6052479537494629586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6052479537494629586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6052479537494629586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6052479537494629586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-shooting.html' title='Fun Shooting'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-831145662234886230</id><published>2008-04-20T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:47:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold That Thought</title><content type='html'>I received bad news on Friday...I was shocked how fast she made her decision. She only took a day to think it through. What's more shocking is she decided to not get involved in it anymore. Why?! Seriously, why?! You told me a lot of reasons why you didn't want to come back at all. I understood them, really. I know you are afraid but where's that love you used to give us? Where's the spunk that you had? Where is that senior who was so brave to tackle any problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who makes a difference in someone's life at this stage. You are that person who made a difference in my life...it wasn't much but it's greater than the other people's efforts. I literally treated you like my big sister whenever I'm out there in the streets or school or anywhere. If I have offended you or emotionally hurt you, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I don't want our friendship to lose that flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you started to regret about it...But why did you hear it from him? Why not hear it from the horse's mouth and try to understand. I know what he said was hurtful but you got to listen and interpret what he's saying. Miscommunication is what lacked between you both. That guy is going to make contact soon but I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't my mind right after receiving this news. My emotions are in turmoil and I had lose interest in my hobbies..I keep thinking about it, thinking how to salvage it. I am trying my best to keep my hopes up but somehow it is not working. I even lost the mood to study so I'm prepared to fail my mid-year exams. The reason why all this is happening is because I love you, as a sibling, and I hate it when such shit happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold that thought, cool down, let him explain himself and understand his intentions...Don't leave us hanging here, on the verge of destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-831145662234886230?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/831145662234886230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=831145662234886230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/831145662234886230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/831145662234886230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/hold-that-thought.html' title='Hold That Thought'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-198054109697626244</id><published>2008-04-18T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:22:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Regret</title><content type='html'>It was the last day of Band Practice until the exams are over. So naturally it would be the time we would oil our instruments to keep them from rusting for 3-4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we started off the practice with doing sectional when Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pisit&lt;/span&gt; was around. Sir came in with a foul mood. I think it was partly because the Percussion Section had lost both the Super Mario's Percussion II and Percussion III scores. Well actually I think it was the main reason. So Sir demanded us, the Percussion section, to play the whole piece, from start to the end. I struggled a bit  for the Ending Theme because I haven't learnt up the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt; so it didn't quite sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, he knew we lost the scores. As one of the leaders in the Percussion Section, I felt guilty for my own actions because I did not take good care of the scores and did not help the juniors sort out their parts. Through this situation, I realised it's very important and crucial we keep our own scores and as leaders, we must oversee everything small details and not neglect our juniors and leave them on their own. I hope the juniors will learn a lesson and not repeat the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instrumentation list that I did, I was quite happy that I finished it but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Juen&lt;/span&gt; and Kelvin said that I did it wrongly. I was shocked because I didn't know it was done wrongly but also I wanted to learn how to do an instrumentation list out the proper way. So we did the instrumentation list...I found out that actually a score is designed in a way that it usually allows 2 players to play one score. Some of the more heavy pieces scores is usually done by one person only. It was educational and fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad that the Alumni are coming back to help us out. Though it seems they are taking charge some times but they have the best interests at heart. They came back to help because something is wrong with our playing or our organisations. Don't see it as a nuisance, we are inexperienced so we need as much help as possible to make this concert a sucess. I wouldn't come back if my juniors feel I'm interferring too much. It will just make them hate me. So please open-minded and think for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...why must it turn it out like this??....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-198054109697626244?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/198054109697626244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=198054109697626244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/198054109697626244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/198054109697626244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-regret.html' title='Don&apos;t Regret'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7744057507956152578</id><published>2008-04-15T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:37:13.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I feel that my life isn't clicking with anyone else. Maybe I started in this school on the wrong note. In the class, I'm being shunned away by those three girls who I never say "Hi what's up?" to them. I played no importance at all to the class activities. I'm not the one who goes up and everybody cheers. My social life is at stake here and I can do nothing about it. I made drastic changes to myself in order to fit in. I am not on a flip switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not everyone's Raymond. I don't feel loved at all. Neither appreciated. It's a shame really, because I can do more than what I'm doing now but I just don't have the X factor. What am I? I am just follower...What's so great about me? I am not cut out for a leader. Now I don't even know why I'm picked as the Concert Master for my school band. Hui Xian got more guts thaN I have. Hell, Syazwanie is awesome too. As far as I see it, I'm not making any damn progress in my life. I feel I let everybody down including myself. I'm not as brilliant as my English teacher had said. Everything that I have done is through hard work. Sincerely working and practising, hoping to make a change in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now schools are not focusing much on studies. Rather, they would want to nurture leaders out of them. Being a leader is something much more than practising. You got to have it in you already, that's how I feel. I am just me. I'm a nobody. Shaun, Farhan and probably the rest are going to forget about me in a decade. But I won't forget the people who made a life-changing experience for me. Those wonderful seniors and my band mates and especially Sir. I'm just good at following orders, I'm not good at giving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Johnny wishes he was famous&lt;br /&gt;spends his time alone in the basement&lt;br /&gt;with Lennon and Cobain&lt;br /&gt;and a guitar with a stereo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7744057507956152578?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7744057507956152578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7744057507956152578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7744057507956152578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7744057507956152578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/somehow-i-feel-that-my-life-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5377345917470680408</id><published>2008-04-05T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:39:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed-typing Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;76 words&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was introduced to this gimmick by Choon Yi on a bored Wednesday. Ever since I did this, I was hooked. Hahaha...Have fun :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5377345917470680408?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5377345917470680408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5377345917470680408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5377345917470680408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5377345917470680408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/speed-typing-test.html' title='Speed-typing Test'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7998484571678607203</id><published>2008-04-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:24:39.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Up?</title><content type='html'>There is just so much things going on now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT teacher, Ms Chia, had just given birth and she is now resting and enjoying her maternity leave, while Mr. Wong is suffering with more students in his class. Let's hope his faith is strong enough to tolerate all of us. Janus and Edison went to 4e7 for MT and it's horrible for them now. I won't mention the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Social Etiquette just on Monday. It was an interesting lecture by Ms Henny. She is very, very lady-like. She told us what not to do during interviews and told us that the way we stand or sit depicts what kind of person we are. There were a few funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario is, surprisingly, improving. We got almost what we wanted for the first movement, but I felt that we're not playing together as a percussion ensemble. We are like struggling to keep up with one another. We need more than this if we were to deliver an amazing performance on Viva La. Oh and I managed my drumset part for "Do-Re-Mi". But I can do more than that, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Su Juen to Expo to help her out with her shopping. She bought foolscap papers, a pointer-pen, fanciful exercise books...Then she added in a Kubrik's Cube for me as a late-birthday present...Aww shucks, I felt kind of bad 'cause I didn't get her anything for her birthday. Don't worry, Su Juen! Next year, I'm saving up for yours, I promise. And your ten dollars too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang Chou is officially a homosexual. I can't believe he gets influenced so easily. He's a smart dude, but a lazy one. If he joins the band, I suppose his discipline will definitely improve but at the moment, no way. Sorry, man. People who game too much, like you for an example, don't have the discipline but I hope my perspective of you would change and for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7998484571678607203?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7998484571678607203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7998484571678607203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7998484571678607203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7998484571678607203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-up.html' title='What Up?'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7369992908406156289</id><published>2008-03-29T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:33:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Something Smokin' Hot!</title><content type='html'>David Cook. The dark horse of American Idol. But on Wednesday night, he has sent a warning to all of the contestants by doing Chris Cornell's version of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean. It was an amazingly powerful performance. It was like watching his concert live on television. I have to say, he's better than Chris Daughtry. Without any further ado, here's David Cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, happy birthday to Camillie...It was only just yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7369992908406156289?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7369992908406156289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7369992908406156289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7369992908406156289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7369992908406156289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/03/cooking-something-smokin-hot.html' title='Cooking Something Smokin&apos; Hot!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5205794892155239730</id><published>2008-03-17T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:35:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgarian Idol Audition</title><content type='html'>I was introduced to this video by my elder sister and my bro-in-law...Apparently he became famous at his workplace now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Mariah Carey's Ken Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=" width="375" height="305" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way&lt;br /&gt;The story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how she could mixed up "If living is without you" with "Tulibu dibu douchoooo". Anyway just have a laugh at it...The world will be doom if we use her kind of English...I'll be in stitches everyday! Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5205794892155239730?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5205794892155239730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5205794892155239730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5205794892155239730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5205794892155239730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/03/bulgarian-idol-audition.html' title='Bulgarian Idol Audition'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6646812625776937345</id><published>2008-03-16T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:03:49.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holiday Madness</title><content type='html'>Holidays are meant for students like us to relax and chill out. Yeah so I looked back at what I have done during this week...WOW! I was shocked! Are you kidding me? I've been out for three sickening remedial lessons and I did a lot of practice on my music Grade 5 exam. My gosh! Where are all the fun stuff? When was the last time I used the computer for over six frigging hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning, I went to school for my Chemistry remedial, only to find myself doing titration method twice for two different experiments. I remembered that the first time when I did titration method, I overshot my drips for the experiment and it gone haywired. I'm proud to say I did it right this time! Band Practice was afterwards and I didn't had my lunch, but luckily Su Juen bought me chicken rice but I had it for my dinner instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, I had Physics remedial, which we did another tiring experiment. It was my sister's birthday so my mother treated us to Jack's Place and she invited her sister too. She wasn't keen on spending a lot of money on the beefs so it was her fault that she didn't enjoy the real deal. I mean, seriously, you go to Jack's Place, where beef is their specialty, and you buy fish and chips?! I think she might had a better day if I bought her a present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Thursday and Friday, I had Social Studies remedial which nearly bored me to tears so I played with the Rubrick's Cube. Thank God for Su Juen and Kelvin who revised with me Grade 5 music on both Thursday and Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, me and other Grade 5 students took two taxis to Chai Chee Secondary for our exam. As we took our seats, I caught a glimpse of our paper...I saw the letter S there and paid no attention I realised something is wrong. S PAPER! MY GOD!! I turned to James and said "HEY, IT'S S PAPER SIA!". Then everybody went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it was manageable. It wasn't too hard but it was tricky. In order to get the right answer, you got to read the questions very very carefully, otherwise you could fail it all. It got one German term question and question that featured, I think, Grade 6...Damn, I hope I could do well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about...Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6646812625776937345?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6646812625776937345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6646812625776937345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6646812625776937345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6646812625776937345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-holiday-madness.html' title='March Holiday Madness'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1317592005688461222</id><published>2008-02-29T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:40:25.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality VS Dreamscapes</title><content type='html'>It's been many months since I last saw her in my dreams. For the record, she is the only girl with the most number of appearances in my dream. All my dreams about her lasted for a few 5-10 minutes but this time, it lasted for 20 minutes...the longest and most vivid dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of someone, we were honest with each other and we realised how much we miss each other and patched up slowly but of course, I know it ain't going to happen. Who am I kidding? Things don't just happen because they have to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, we never meet up, lest talk about random topics. She's the loan shark while I'm being victimised. It's all about deals, pay up or die, hang a pig head at your house and all sorts of trouble. Hell, even Mark Lee and Fann Wong could get along! Why can't we? It's probably my fault again, for not speaking out to her. HAIZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shaking my head* GET OUT! GET OUT! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! DON'T VISIT ME IN MY DREAMS EVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever beat Reality in a fair fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1317592005688461222?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1317592005688461222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1317592005688461222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1317592005688461222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1317592005688461222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/02/reality-vs-dreamscapes.html' title='Reality VS Dreamscapes'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6645153301516427132</id><published>2008-02-25T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:12:06.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80th Academy Awards</title><content type='html'>And the winners are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Picture - No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Director - Joel and Ethan Coen for No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Actor - Daniel Day Lewis, There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Actress - Marion Cotillard, La Vie en rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Supporting Actor - Javier Bardem, No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Supporting Actress - Tilda Swinton, Michael Clayton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Original Screenplay - Juno, Diablo Cody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Adapted Screenplay - No Country For Old Men, Joel and Ethan Coen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Cinematography - There Will Be Blood, Robert Elswit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Editing - The Bourne Ultimatum, Christopher Rouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Art Direction - Sweeney Todd, Dante Ferretti and Francesca Lo Schiavo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Costume Design - Elizabeth: The Golden Age, Alexandra Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Make-up - La Vie en rose, Didier Lavergne and Jan Archibald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Original Score - Atonement, Dario Marianelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Song Written - Once's "Falling slowly", Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achievement in Sound Mixing - The Bourne Ultimatum, &lt;span&gt;Scott Millan and David Parker and Kirk Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Achivement in Sound Editing - The Bourne Ultimatum,&lt;span&gt;Karen M. Baker and Per Hallberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Visual Effects - The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Animated Feature - Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Congratulations to the winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6645153301516427132?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6645153301516427132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6645153301516427132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6645153301516427132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6645153301516427132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/02/80th-academy-awards_25.html' title='80th Academy Awards'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4529510846680369963</id><published>2008-02-20T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:19:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80th Academy Awards!</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to share my views with my readers for next Monday's Oscars Winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Picture Nominees:&lt;br /&gt;Atonement&lt;br /&gt;Juno&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clayton&lt;br /&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;br /&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a fight between Coen Brothers' NCFOM and Paul Thomas Anderson's TWBB (Both critics favourite). At the rate that Juno is still earning money at the box office in America, it could be a lethal underdog, so nothing is set til Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Best Leading Actor:&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney - Michael Clayton&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Day Lewis - There Will Be Blood&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Lee Jones - In The Valley of Elah&lt;br /&gt;Viggo Mortensen - Eastern Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daniel Day Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What else can I say? The critics have rated DDL's performance as phenomenal. Even George Clooney has backed away from this challenge. It will surely DDL's year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Leading Actress:&lt;br /&gt;Cate Blanchett - Elizabeth: The Golden Age&lt;br /&gt;Julie Christie - Away From Her&lt;br /&gt;Marion Cotillard - La Vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;Laura Linney - The Savages&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Page - Juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marion Cotillard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though the critics' favourite is Ellen Page, I have to say it's going to be Marion Cotillard based on the critics' words. Ellen Page still have a lot of years before she wins the award, unless she screws her film-choices. Cate Blanchett might get her award because the Academy owes her one for her past performances...It could be a Martin Scocese all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Original Screenplay:&lt;br /&gt;Juno&lt;br /&gt;Lars and The Real Girl&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clayton&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;The Savages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want Ratatouille to win, I have to go with Juno. Juno is one this year's best films and the writing is top-notch. Michael Clayton and Lars and The Real Girl are just getting recognition for its writing, that's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Best Adapted Screenplay:&lt;br /&gt;Atonement&lt;br /&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;br /&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;br /&gt;Away From Her&lt;br /&gt;The Diving Bell and the Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCFOM has been getting reviews...Well actually it's the writers that are getting so it may not get the best picture award but the best adapted screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Animated Feature: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it will be Brad Bird's year again but right behind it's paws is the girl from Persepolis. Will Ratatouille win? Or the underdog Persepolis, I seriously don't know. Surf's Up is just lucky to be nominated. It was an enjoyable film but ain't Oscar-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Visual Effects: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year of great visual fun, with its SFX raised up another notch, it will be difficult to choose the film with great realistic effects...and I have to say it will be Michael Bay's Transformers. Giant Robots that are so movable and adept at movement, no doubt it will grab the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80th Academy Awards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is on 24th February, 9am in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4529510846680369963?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4529510846680369963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4529510846680369963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4529510846680369963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4529510846680369963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/02/80th-academy-awards.html' title='80th Academy Awards!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2270601387214053368</id><published>2008-02-17T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:24:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitution</title><content type='html'>Is she the substitution for my past love? I hope not. I wish I could love her wholly. Now's really not the time for girls...I really hope I could forget Jan 17th and remember March 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2270601387214053368?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2270601387214053368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2270601387214053368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2270601387214053368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2270601387214053368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/02/substitution.html' title='Substitution'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8266274558749796224</id><published>2008-02-16T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:41:29.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychedelic Vision</title><content type='html'>I don't really remember what happened during this week. It just passes by in a blink of an eye. I had a feeling that I have taken shrooms and I have been hallucinating about everything. Bright colours spinning around me and I didn't had a chance to wave it goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first thing first. I want to thank those people for the gifts and wishes they gave me during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Qian, Xiang Chou, Wei Ling - the pencil box, nicely wrapped by ZQ&lt;br /&gt;Elaine, Farhin, Pei Yun, Syahirah, Oscar, Victor and Wei Lin - the Friendster.com comments&lt;br /&gt;Su Juen, Bi Xuan and Fadhil - for the birthday wishes&lt;br /&gt;Mostafa - whose birthday falls on Feb 7 too!&lt;br /&gt;Li Min - she was the first person to wish me through the handphone haha&lt;br /&gt;Shaun and James - Jazz Drumsticks...it was 2nd coolest gift I got. :D&lt;br /&gt;AND ESPECIALLY ELDER SISTER - for the Across The Universe Deluxe Soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM was rubbish as usual. Except for the talk about fighting Invisible Tigers...talking about teenagers and how to deal with their independent, another word for "rebellious", children. It was kind of helpful. Sadly, my parents never came so they didn't listen. Anyway, they are stubborn and won't take any in. So what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom still feels that I suck at studies. "Basic principles", "Work harder this year" were the words she left out. HEY LOOK OVER HERE, I'VE IMPROVED ALL RIGHT. Even if I suck, please look at I've done to do better. It's frustrating enough in school and you don't even try to help me to raise my moral. Yeah you parents are the best, like Mr. Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm going to break down. It's imminent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8266274558749796224?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8266274558749796224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8266274558749796224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8266274558749796224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8266274558749796224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/02/psychedelic-vision.html' title='Psychedelic Vision'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-1291043595715572207</id><published>2008-01-31T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:22:53.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Question</title><content type='html'>WHY WHEN I DID SO MUCH CHANTING, IT DIDN'T HELP ME IN MY TESTS AT ALL?! DAMN I KNEW THE ANSWER, I KNEW HOW TO DO. WHY THE HELL DIDN'T MY GOD HELP ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sinking feeling is back. I never felt so discouraged in my life before. THANKS A LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-1291043595715572207?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/1291043595715572207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=1291043595715572207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1291043595715572207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/1291043595715572207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-question.html' title='The Big Question'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-219527752588288609</id><published>2008-01-30T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:16:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal. No short-cuts, no beating around the bush. Let's get things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had an A Maths today. There were a few qns that I didn't knew how to do. Binomial questions were easy. Yeah right. I actually took a wrong step and ended up having another answer. The wrong one obviously. I cursed and cursed myself for doing it wrongly while my friend who was never right in studies got it right. Again, can I just say that I am really, super, fucking angry with myself. I could now use a string of colourful words but I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during SS period when I started feeling a lot weird. I stopped talking and joking around. I was so affected by this change of mood that I had to change my seat to a much more peaceful surroundings. But of course, who can I kid. The classroom was noisy as hell. So I found a seat right at the front...The guys and girls behind me are making as much noise as possible while I took some glances at the relief teacher. I saw Farhan sitting by himself, reading a book. That was surprising. Camillie and Yan Ting were doing SS homework as instructed by Mdm Yew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, when I was having lunch with Xiang Chou and the rest, I didn't talk much either. I only asked Wei Ling to lend me 50 cents for a Mango drink. I went to the Band Room next. Syazwanie, Hasinah were sweeping the floor. Wei Jie was mopping at the other end while Fabian was around, waiting to have someone to tell him what to do. It wasn't pity that drove me to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others soon came. It was like a family reunion, except we were all doing spring cleaning in the band room. As we cleaned up the floor of the band room, we were also having fun too. Me, Shaun, James and Wei Jie started goofing around with a t-shirt and at each corners we pulled the shirt simutaneously, trying to rip it apart. Then Bao Shan came along with a pair of scissors and helped us cut the shirt into halves. It had a very nice feeling to this fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chem lesson held by the Meridian JC students. I didn't want to sit with my friends at all. All I wanted is to be left alone. I sat at the back of the class, examining the groups of students sitting together. I couldn't stand it anymore so I left the class. I made up an excuse, saying that there was no point staying if I don't have my books to study. But actually the reason was, I don't feel comfortable being there. It was like sitting with a bunch of strangers and you don't talk at all, not even a "Hi!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the Band Room and saw everybody there still cleaning and mopping. I felt comfortable and elated to see them because I was with the people I knew very well. It was like I was returning back home from school and everybody greets me warmly. It was really cool. Syazwanie and I talked about the Band. She said that she looks forward to Band Practices on Thursday and Friday because she felt the warmness that everybody gives her. I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band is a family, with people who truly care about you and love you. I know I told some people that Band does takes up time and sometimes I don't want to go. But the actual truth is: I do enjoy going to Band. Like Syazwanie said, there are always new and interesting things to do, talk and hear about. That's why whenever I go to Band and feeling discouraged about it, after the practice, words cannot express this kind of happiness. Maybe it's called Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-219527752588288609?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/219527752588288609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=219527752588288609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/219527752588288609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/219527752588288609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2428067710830803174</id><published>2008-01-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:14:29.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchidgarden</title><content type='html'>My life is now similar to a race track and I'm the sprinter. As I keep running, there are always the supporters there cheering me on. But on these supporters' face lies a fragment of events that I've gone through and they're gone in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught Cloverfield in the cinemas this Monday, produced by J.J Abrams. I watched it with Xiang Chou and Zheng Qian. It was a good way to start off my year with movies.  It was one hell of a scary movie caught on hand-held cam and it puts you right in the action and suspense. I seriously loved it and I jumped a few times in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiang Chou fell in love with the girl at my tuition centre. That was some fast switching of targets. Now with a farmilliar face at the tuition centre, I felt more comfortable as I had someone to talk to and now the class is much more livier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bought a gift for someone. I think the regular readers will know who I'm talking about. I was struggling whether to give it to her or not because most probably I'll be the one looking dumb and embarrassed. In the end, I wasted my money and luckily I didn't spend much this time and whatever happened to that bag? Hmm..mystery bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Levels results were released yesterday. My God. It was scary even though I'm not receiving them. The whole atmosphere was intense and my heart was beating non-stop. Gabriel and Vincent were the fews to make it the top-scorers' name list. Gabriel's 3As were a surprise. If a joker like Gabriel can do it, why not me? Seriously I got to work hard if I want to to be one of the top students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entry title pays tribute to Cloverfield and RIP Heath Ledger. I'm gonna watch The Dark Knight this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2428067710830803174?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2428067710830803174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2428067710830803174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2428067710830803174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2428067710830803174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/01/orchidgarden.html' title='Orchidgarden'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2317075708176435949</id><published>2008-01-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:25:55.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, run, run!</title><content type='html'>I never thought Sec 4 year to be such a busy year. Well, I'm wrong. If you don't start running now for that bloody O' Levels, you can jolly well forget about your future, so what are you Sec 4s waiting for? Start running! Stay consistent and don't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2317075708176435949?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2317075708176435949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2317075708176435949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2317075708176435949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2317075708176435949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/01/run-run-run.html' title='Run, run, run!'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8195526407505424758</id><published>2008-01-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:45:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocre Start</title><content type='html'>First day of school. What can I say? Besides everything new, this IS first day. It's like starting a new year with new faces and everybody has the same status unless someone starts talking. Fortunately my classmates are the same batch except three dropped out from my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dull morning it could have been, luckily there were Shaun and Farhan to spice up it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec4s and Sec5s had a talk in the morning by Ms Bandara, the ex-principal of PRSS years ago. My mom kept saying that she gave an excellent speech. I thought so too but I'm not that crazy over her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom had six fans, that's the best part of the class. Mind you, my old classroom had only 3 fans and it constantly spoils. Now with six fans, I feel kind of blessed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I did my homework with Shaun. Dude was kind enough to help me buy the Pupil Diary first, thanks man. I had to go off at three because I promised Zheng Qian and Xiang Chou that I would be at ZQ's house sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some of my Chemistry there. We played with some of ZQ's gadgets while studying. Hey I have improved already, I didn't last five minutes you know, after seeing those cards. Speaking of homework, I haven't done mine...crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post isn't that good as my previous ones, because I just did this on short notice. So it's kind of messy and words are all around the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you how much I hate school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8195526407505424758?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8195526407505424758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8195526407505424758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8195526407505424758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8195526407505424758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2008/01/mediocre-start.html' title='Mediocre Start'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-508541336515830768</id><published>2007-12-31T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:58:40.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending of 2007</title><content type='html'>I thought I might blog tonight because its the last night before 2007 ends? Why didn't I blog on the last DAY of 2007? I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my Brother-in-law's Auntie's house. I was there with my family for dinner. I had a great time there as my elder sister and bro-in-law made po piah for me. Bro-in-law's ones are much more tasteful than elder sister's one though :P Then later, we were watching television and we came back. Elder sister wasn't feeling any good as she had worked from morning til 7pm and she got scolded by Mom at Auntie's house. Hope she gets better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 had been a depressing year and it went so fast. If I were to let you see what I remember of 2007 very vividly, it woud be me hitting the sack every night. I can't remember what the hell I did this year. I spent like a quarter of my day sleeping, another half for school, another quarter at home doing homework and balancing my social life. I don't know, but I feel that as I grow up, the time seems to pass faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3E5..What's been going on? This class is as shitty as hell. With all the mad-cap teachers and the chaotic students, I adapted to this shitty class as I can't do anything. I washed my hands off this class since the beginning of this year. Everyday is hell for me. I learnt how to sit down there and shut up like an office drone. Do my work and shut up, only agree and never disagree. The only time to be crazy? Recess and after school. This is where I put one of my favourite phrase to use, "Fuck the rest and do whatever the fuck I want." School life is boring and hope 2008 won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band life has been fruitful as usual. CCAs teach you stuff that classrooms doesn't. That's what I love about my band. So I'll end here, I'm sorry I did no justice to Band Life paragraph but I need to rush off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy new year to you guys out there and have a great year ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-508541336515830768?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/508541336515830768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=508541336515830768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/508541336515830768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/508541336515830768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/ending-of-2007.html' title='Ending of 2007'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7583185708264411654</id><published>2007-12-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:29:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Hokkaido: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrkmTk-kI/AAAAAAAAABE/FHj7RwWfBJ8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148506706772556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrkmTk-kI/AAAAAAAAABE/FHj7RwWfBJ8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is..well you can read it yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrlGTk-lI/AAAAAAAAABM/pFznMiwGxhY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148506715362490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrlGTk-lI/AAAAAAAAABM/pFznMiwGxhY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrlWTk-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/fxaoOx68JWA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148506719657458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrlWTk-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/fxaoOx68JWA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148507703204969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MsemTk-qI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EgspbeUDf5c/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148507698910001810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MseWTk-pI/AAAAAAAAABs/PRPKw-YB-PU/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup it's freezing cold out there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ice Pavillion&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MuqWTk-rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZgwytgDn0V4/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510104091687602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MuqWTk-rI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZgwytgDn0V4/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Muq2Tk-sI/AAAAAAAAACE/TAyZLVVIYiw/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510112681622210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Muq2Tk-sI/AAAAAAAAACE/TAyZLVVIYiw/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurGTk-tI/AAAAAAAAACM/huW6az-lZwU/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510116976589522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurGTk-tI/AAAAAAAAACM/huW6az-lZwU/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurGTk-uI/AAAAAAAAACU/QdHLW1OXnMY/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510116976589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurGTk-uI/AAAAAAAAACU/QdHLW1OXnMY/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurWTk-vI/AAAAAAAAACc/3S_Wk3NcAg0/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148510121271556850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MurWTk-vI/AAAAAAAAACc/3S_Wk3NcAg0/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D just trying to look sad in this one haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ishiya White Chocolate Factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaGTk-wI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWU67aGwp7s/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512023942068994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaGTk-wI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWU67aGwp7s/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we went in the shop, we were out taking photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaGTk-xI/AAAAAAAAACs/jOtjazFxeno/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512023942069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaGTk-xI/AAAAAAAAACs/jOtjazFxeno/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOO we're here in the shop! But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-rt-vdRhqxA/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512028237036322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-yI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-rt-vdRhqxA/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHERE ARE THE CHOCOLATES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vd-VxOCp9u8/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512028237036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vd-VxOCp9u8/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-0I/AAAAAAAAADE/_opO2yf_DKU/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148512028237036354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MwaWTk-0I/AAAAAAAAADE/_opO2yf_DKU/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful sleigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Mx2GTk-1I/AAAAAAAAADM/hDdCPRJhIeY/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513604490034002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Mx2GTk-1I/AAAAAAAAADM/hDdCPRJhIeY/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Mx2mTk-2I/AAAAAAAAADU/G9VEfE3w86Q/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513613079968610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3Mx2mTk-2I/AAAAAAAAADU/G9VEfE3w86Q/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOOK these guys work hard into the night as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Lunch&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uGTk-3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TuUZGJWawGQ/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517865097591666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uGTk-3I/AAAAAAAAADc/TuUZGJWawGQ/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ARGH! A GIANT CRAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uWTk-4I/AAAAAAAAADk/iR_jFZEJdNY/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517869392558978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uWTk-4I/AAAAAAAAADk/iR_jFZEJdNY/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imperial Crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uWTk-5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OKBo4YYsaoU/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517869392558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1uWTk-5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OKBo4YYsaoU/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuna and Salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1umTk-6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/i96BA5jlQ3s/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517873687526306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1umTk-6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/i96BA5jlQ3s/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1umTk-7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/11pTIZBl9SI/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517873687526322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M1umTk-7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/11pTIZBl9SI/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT THAT, that is the magnificent tuna! *slurps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2nmTk-8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Phe5lZ4q3oI/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518852940069826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2nmTk-8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Phe5lZ4q3oI/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AAHHHH! Giant bear terrorizes the town!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk-9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H4aXtAinthU/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518857235037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk-9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H4aXtAinthU/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk--I/AAAAAAAAAEU/MZRjCpug9y4/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518857235037154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk--I/AAAAAAAAAEU/MZRjCpug9y4/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk-_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XwMiql2uyTk/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518857235037170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2n2Tk-_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/XwMiql2uyTk/s320/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That wasn't the intended effect I wanted it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2oGTk_AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YuTyQwpTr-o/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518861530004482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3M2oGTk_AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YuTyQwpTr-o/s320/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAD!! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So this is just some of pictures I edited to make it smaller...hope you guys enjoy it :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7583185708264411654?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7583185708264411654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7583185708264411654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7583185708264411654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7583185708264411654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures-from-hokkaido-part-1.html' title='Pictures from Hokkaido: Part 1'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R3MrkmTk-kI/AAAAAAAAABE/FHj7RwWfBJ8/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7070116357728849915</id><published>2007-12-25T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T05:59:01.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Elder Sister</title><content type='html'>First of all, Merry Christmas to you folks out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal post that I'm going to make. It's will be different of course, from the other posts I made. I'm going to blog about my elder sister. I think she deserves one good long post about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was brought up with discipline and was often whacked by my mother with the cane. I heard that my mom chased after her with a cane in the house, until she got trapped in a corner and mom will be haphazardly whacking her. Due to these events, my mom actually molded her character and she turns out to be a fine disciplined woman with goals in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only 12 when I was only a baby. She took photos with me when we were in overseas. I was 5 years old when I watched my first movie in cinema. It was with my elder sister and her friend. It was a Power Rangers movie. I still remember it vividly in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered watching some shows on television and it mentioned something about marriage. I was very naive at that time, and I told myself I wanted to get married with my elder sister. I know stupid it sounded, but forgive me for saying that. I can't really remember what else she done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the tradition of Christmas. She always told me and my sister that if we wrote letters to Santa Claus, he will get us the stuff that we want. When Christmas arrived, he got something else different. I remembered seeing some Burger King Toy in my stockings and I'm like puzzled because I always thought that Santa Claus produces his own batch of toys. 1 year later, needless to say, I found out who Santa was actually. So it's really nice of her to create a Christmas atmosphere for us. For other kids, they were given the truth that Santa was just a myth and nothing more. But my elder sister always makes our day by playing the Santa role. And she does not fail to make us smile for every Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy she was, she will always be there for me. She protected me from my mother whenever I got into trouble. She always ask if I needed something to eat while we're shopping. When she reached home, I would always go to her room and talk to her about random stuff. She played with me using the toys that I have. Of course, all these things happened in the past but these memorious always have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed going to overseas with her. When she started not going with us anymore, it's not the same without her. She always made the trips different. Now I have to suffer with more Mom's crap and Dad's ego. With her around, these things tend to happen less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like the mother I never had. She gave me a childhood that no other kids have and it is difficult to forget. She was supportive when I said I wanted to be a film-maker. She pampered me and she scolded me, reasonably of course. What mom didn't give, she gave. And honestly, I gave my elder sister more hugs than I gave to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now age is catching up on her and I want to stop her from ageing because I need her every now and then. The thing is I want us to stop growing. Because when I leave my teenage stage, I need to take care of myself and I don't want that. I want her to be at my side, guiding me...She makes the wisest decisions and she gives the best advices. I can't really imagine living without this amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to round it all up. I love her very much. She's the best sister there is and I think I'm very lucky to have her as my sister. She is one of the things that make my life a very happy one. And bro-in-law deserves a mention too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY ELDER SISTER! YOU'RE THE BEST THERE IS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7070116357728849915?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7070116357728849915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7070116357728849915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7070116357728849915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7070116357728849915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-elder-sister.html' title='My Elder Sister'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-9189287614276425187</id><published>2007-12-19T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:01:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are just some pictures taken from Hokkaido. Due to pictures being too big, I can only add a few. So until I resize all of them, I hope you guys will enjoy just a few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145528039578597890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWfWTk-gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_BYKtuC5beQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWf2Tk-hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vu8F8rDKY5U/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145528048168532498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWf2Tk-hI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vu8F8rDKY5U/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad with the "Peace" sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWgGTk-iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VL29Gv185NM/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145528052463499810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWgGTk-iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VL29Gv185NM/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course me, being idiotic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So that's all folks. Give me some time to resize them and you'll get your photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-9189287614276425187?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/9189287614276425187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=9189287614276425187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9189287614276425187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9189287614276425187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-tease.html' title='Just A Tease'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/R2iWfWTk-gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_BYKtuC5beQ/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8714399057967415925</id><published>2007-12-18T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:42:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In Hokkaido</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from my one-week trip in Hokkaido, Japan with my family. What can I say...There's always something different from the other every holiday trips I've had. Okay so let me summarise this as short as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's see...We took a 2-hour flight from Singapore to Bangkok, and then a 4-hour trip to Japan..Yes we took a transit flight, and it sucked because I got jet lagged twice. To make matters worse, we took another hour flight to Hokkaido. So I got pretty much shagged by it. I slept on the plane and it felt good, except for the ear pressure part. We visited the toilet while on the way to our hotel. My sister and I played snow while waiting. We reached the hotel and I slept on the bed immediately without taking a bath. Of course I took one later in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;We visited some "beautiful" waterfalls, but it was frozen and there was snow everywhere, wind was blowing very hard too. Dad took pictures of the waterfalls and the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;Next we head to this place called the Ice Pavilion. It's cold in there. Like freezing cold with all the amazing ice sculptures and oh...This Pavilion isn't' man-made by the way. It was around like -10 degrees Celsius? Or is it -20? I forgot but it is supposed to colder than the waterfalls area.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Ice Pavilion, we played this snow-boarding thing where you have to sit on top of some circular board and you slide down. Mom was chanting away like mad when we hit the climax part. LOL&lt;br /&gt;We headed for Otokoyama Sake Brewery Museum. Unfortunately, I'm still not of age yet. It's boring there, except we learnt a few things about sake and its history.&lt;br /&gt;OO OO OO, the best part of this day is that we went to the Ishiya White Chocolate Factory. My God, it's a fucking awesome place! Sadly, all the chocolates are all sold out! In Chinese, it reads Bai Zhi Lian Ren Qiao Ke Li. Yeah there fake copies along the trip...I almost bought them..Later there was a sort of a show at the factory. That's the end of this day. We took pictures of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we went to this place called the Ainu Museum. They are aborigines. They are like tribal kind of people but they are like the Asian form. Skip the ritual part, and the museum 'cause there are pictures! :D We bought souvenirs later at the shop. It turns out that they sell the same shit at all the souvenir shops we've been at. There were dogs there too...And some bears..Didn't took the bear pictures because they're nasty in everything.&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Hell Valley. The place took it's name too seriously that it literally means it that way. Oh gosh, I can't take the goddamn smell. It smells the same way your fart smells, so it's terrible. &lt;br /&gt;This is the best lunch I ever had. Di Huang Xie (meaning Imperial Crab, I think so)is fucking tasteful and sweet..Followed by a plate of Sashimi and Tuna. Oh my fucking God...They don't even taste like fish. They taste more like pork meat. It's so tender when you bite into it. I took time to savour it of course..Who would want to put a good piece of meat into your stomach so fast?? I think I might have gotten fat from this meal. Damn it's good..&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the Bear Range. They claimed the bears to be the King of Hokkaido. So we fed the bears with apples that we bought, it's legal by the way, and blah blah blah..And then we went to our next hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;SNOW-MOBILE BABY! It was an awesome experience. You guys know about Jackie Chan's films...He's running on the snow and there are people chasing after him in those vehicles. Yeah that's a snow-mobile. We're suppose to follow right behind each other and travel as a group. Something embarrassing happened to me. If you want to know, ask me, I don't want to type it down here. LOL. I then overtook 3 people who are slower than me. My God, it was super cool driving that mobile in the snow and with all the wind blowing. My legs felt super cold afterwards. Dad got overtaken by my sister. Well we could overtake other people as long we don't jeopardise our lives.&lt;br /&gt;After this fun activity, we went to Sapporo. It's in the city. The Odori Park is one beautiful park with all the light displays. We spent our night in the concrete jungle and I was happy to see some fastfood restaurants. Sadly they didn't have McSpicy burger. Ebi burger was delicious by the way. You guys should give it a try when you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. We went to some shops in Otaru. It has the famous Kitaichi Glass Complex and the Otaru Music Box Museum but we didn't went in because we didn't listened to the tour guide..*looks around sheepishly* In the end we bought loads and loads of Hello Kitty stuff. Dad slipped and almost fell down, thank goodness my sister was around to break his fall. He hurt his right knee and was rubbing it non-stop at the lunch place.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping in Susukino, Hokkaido's famous nightlife district. Well there was nothing for was to shop because we don't want to spend too much money on clothes and other stuff. CLOTHES ARE FUCKING EXPENSIVE for your information. I've never seen such expensive clothes before. &lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a barbeque buffet. They offered these 4 meats: Chicken, Pork, Lamb and Beef. We bought 2 200g of the best beef in whole of Japan and it's called Shen Fu Niu Pa(Steak). It was way better than the beef I ate in Wakayama. It's so juicy and tender. After eating this, there was no way you're gonna eat other beefs.&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought nice-smelling pillows and it's supposed to stay nice-smelling for 5 years. I told her "No use buying this for me because in a year, I don't think it would survive me." Spend the night looking at Japanese girl students. Oh did I tell you? They were living in the same hotel as we do..so lucky me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Tokyo and headed for this place called Odaiba. It's located on an island and we have to cross this bridge called the Rainbow Bridge. Lunch was over too. Inside one of the malls, there's the BIGGEST Toyota showroom I ever seen in my life. Calculate it this way, in square metre, it's as big as half of Vivo City and it occupies 2 floors. I had fun there because there's  this driving car simulator thingy. It turns out I'm a bad driver because I kept crashing it into the walls. And there's not even a single dent on the car.&lt;br /&gt;From Odaiba, we went to the airport and off we flew, back to Singapore. I grabbed a few e-mail addresses from some people that are my age. I was kinda proud of myself. I faced my fear and asked them for it. I was a really shy guy..a few years back..I'm happy with what I got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOME&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, bye bye..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this ultra long post...I tried my best already to shorten it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8714399057967415925?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8714399057967415925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8714399057967415925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8714399057967415925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8714399057967415925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-in-hokkaido.html' title='Only In Hokkaido'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6773709090834523557</id><published>2007-12-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:05:27.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like Super Mario</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...life's really fast and busy nowadays, and before I know it, I'm going off to Japan, Hokkaido for holiday on Monday night and I've not done a single homework yet. If anyone played Super Mario before, you might understand why the reference to it in the title of this entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where should I start? Su Juen and Kelvin transcribed a percussion ensemble for the PRSS Percussion. I know I've said this before but this time they added in loads of those auxillary parts for Super Mario: Main Theme. It definitely sounds cool as I feel that the music has become more lively with all that different variety of instruments. They also did another Super Mario song which is called the "Underwater Theme". The marimba part for this song is really difficult as they are no patterns in the score at all and it's confusing by just memorising the first four bars of the difficult part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Band, we're currenly learning up a new piece for the Viva La Concert which is called "The Calvarymen of the Prairie". One look at this score and the whole percussion knew, this is some fucked-up piece of music. It is not easy at all. The general speed of the music is like 164 beats in a minute. That is really fast. And with all that semiquavers and triplets, can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Kelvin's birthday the other day. Shaun and me were tempted to push his head into the birthday cake. By the way, Wei Jie has gone to USA...Hopefully he doesn't do a documentary show that has this opening "Hello. My name's Wei Jie and I come from Singapore...". Oh and Kelvin has gone to Hong Kong too, to visit his relatives and Su Juen is leaving the 12th to China. Don't use the mountain area's toilets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right..that's all for tonight. So good bye and good night! This is Lee, signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6773709090834523557?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6773709090834523557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6773709090834523557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6773709090834523557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6773709090834523557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifes-like-super-mario.html' title='Life&apos;s Like Super Mario'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5322813025807078231</id><published>2007-11-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:48:01.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep The Flame Burning</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I'm given an inspirational speech or I had an epiphany, it always affects me in a very big way. I feel a sudden rush to do something right and to change things for good. It's called the Passion. Suddenly a fire within me is ignited, burning very strongly and brightly. This flame is called the Drive. With a Passion, this flames help you achieve your dream by driving yourself to do the necessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream. A passion. I would want to be a film-maker. I would like direct those kind of indie films where characters matter the most, rather than the action like Transformers. I want to have an original and powerful plot to touch my audience. I want to direct movies that happens in real life and portray it on the screen. That is my big dream. But the road to sucess isn't easy. And that's where the flame comes in and that's where I can't get my heart into doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have this inability to drive myself to study. I'm always tempted to let it all go. My flame isn't burning when it comes to forcing myself to do the things that's right. I'm always distracted and I can't stay focus on the things I want. I want to be a director, I want this dream to be achieved, but I can't stay focus and do my work. It's all talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn and I must discipline myself. I must be strong and stay firm to my decisions but I need help. I cannot do this on my own. I need everyone's support. Like Su Juen mentioned on her blog, those are the fuels to keep the flame burning. And now, my fire is burning quite strongly. XING YOU! YOU MUST JIA YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's all for tonight, thank you Su Juen for igniting the flame in me again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5322813025807078231?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5322813025807078231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5322813025807078231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5322813025807078231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5322813025807078231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-flame-burning.html' title='Keep The Flame Burning'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8594004849847703409</id><published>2007-11-23T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:26:14.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Birthday</title><content type='html'>This happened yesterday. I was too tired to blog about it. Band Practice drained my energy and I was feeling lethargic right after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Juen came with a new percussion emsemble, Super Mario Brothers Theme Song. Shaun was like "Yayyyy" because he always wanted to play that song. It was quite an easy piece to play. I just have problems remembering which notes to hit. Until Sir say we changed parts when we played each song finished. It was chaotic for me as I don't know how to sight-read that fast. So we spent the whole day playing Super Mario song and the Variation for Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars. -.- I didn't want to play that because I was sick of playing mallets for every piece we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, the whole family went to Jack's Place to eat for dinner as it is to celebrate my elder sister's and bro-in-law's birthdays. We ordered like a plate for each of ourselves but mom and dad shared a plate. I don't what I ordered because it was my first time in Jack's Place. So my elder sister ordered it for me. It was pretty damn good. The potato with the sour cream and bacon was amazingly delicious, I forgot when's the last time I ate potatoes in this manner. Earlier, we had a plate of fries because it was something like a appetizer, and hell, I wished I had eaten less of it because I was very full by the end of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sis had Fish and Chips, and my Bro-in-law had Fire Steak..Wow that's some fiery meal. When it came, the waiter lit up the whole steak and literally, it was on fire, I was "WOAH!!" and my sisters were saying "Be careful of your hair!" But of course, the fire did went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's the end of this short post. Goodbye! I know the title of the post is lame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8594004849847703409?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8594004849847703409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8594004849847703409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8594004849847703409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8594004849847703409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/jacks-birthday.html' title='Jack&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-5663576334431804523</id><published>2007-11-17T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:19:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat Stung and Out</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to apologise to my readers that I've not been updating my blog. Sorry, people because these few days have been tiring for me as I've been attending NCO Camp since Monday til now. Today was the Passing-Out Parade, so you could say I have a little bit of chance that I could blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lectures from different amazing people. The first lecture had the lecturer how to become a good leader in different mediums. From this lecture I've learnt more than being responsible and having confidence. It's all very complex stuff so asking me to describe all of them is like asking Wolfmother coming to Singapore to perform. Err...random..LOL I learnt this from Melissa, a nice friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lecture was about the Band Movement in Singapore. Now I kinda understand the significance of having marching bands in Singapore...I was pretty much sleeping through the video presentation. Yeah so when I snored, that's when I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd was Mr Jaffa, the blind singer talking about his journey of being a musician. He sang a Bon Jovi song and a song that was used in the movie Notting Hill. Wow, he is one hell of a great singer. The way he played his guitar was so awesome. I bet this sparked a lot of enthusiasm in a lot of students, but for me, it was okay because my passion isn't really in playing music. I love music, but not as much as movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th was about Rehearsal Technique and Elements of a Good Performance. I slept through the lecture until the whole mass of students started saying some rhythm and I woke up feeling a little confused. Then I realised, "Shit! Missed out on a good lecture". There's a whole lot of things I haven't learn about my instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The display band technique is the most energy-eating, sweatiest, bloodiest, PAINFUL activity I've been through at this camp. 2nd day was terrible, and luckily the days got better. Now my legs' muscles are in sore pain and my shoulders hurt from carrying the cymbals. Thank god the other girl exchanged her lighter ones for my heavier ones. Display band technique may seem complex, but once you get the hang of it, it's actually quite easy to learn. I sweated so much more than the other people. The beads of perspiration kept flowing down my head and it went into my eyes a couple of times. Oh my God, I hate it because it ALWAYS sting my eyes and I can never open them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Gabriel and Wei Jie came to our(me and Farhan) POP, and we took a lot of pictures. Sadly, I didn't got all the e-mail addresses of all the people I met and knew. Ashley, Jess, the saxophone players behind me during the parade block formation, and other people too. LOL I know what you guys are thinking, all of them are girls' names because I was too DAMN SHY to ask them so directly you know? I'm not really that thick skin. But luckily I asked one of the hot girls' contacts. LOL(I'm not that horny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCO Camp was a really great life-changing experience for me. I learnt a lot of things. I met a lot of new people, such as Changkat Changi's Faizul and Hafiz, and some oldies like Jeremy, the Band Major for Monfort Secondary School. I had a lot of fun too. This Camp wasn't very serious at all times. Mr Siao, the conductor for the band majors, is a funny person but once he want to get things done, he'll get it done. I like making people laugh, that's probably one of the best things I've done at this camp. I guess my social skills have improved, but I still prefer talking to people whom I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY, I got to go now so bye..please don't die at the end of this post, I know it's long enough to make you gag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-5663576334431804523?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/5663576334431804523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=5663576334431804523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5663576334431804523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/5663576334431804523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweat-stung-and-out.html' title='Sweat Stung and Out'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-4992053626353342556</id><published>2007-11-07T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:16:12.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nothing feels up my heart right now. It is beating at a very slow pace. Not even Heroes could set my adrenaline pumping faster permanently. If this continues to me, I think I'm most probably going to lose my heart and lose myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm am FUCKING SICK of school. This Sec 3 Holiday Program is driving me nuts. The first day of school, several of my classmates and myself gotten pretty nice music from Ms Chua for being late when we weren't. I just reached school and she expected me to hear the announcement she made? C'mon, give me a break. If we are not interested in studying, in the first place, we wouldn't be there already. Thank God, tomorrow is a public holiday, so I don't have school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Xiang Chou and Zheng Qian have been mentioning of someone in front of me for the past few days. I blew my temper at Xiang Chou when I heard from Zheng Qian that he made fun of me and that person. Seriously, it's not cool, dude, but I forgave him already. I'm already sick of school and now these guys are just adding fuel to fire. Wow that is seriously nice of them. Stop mentioning that person in front of me, it's not that I hate her, I just don't like hearing her name and remembering stuff that ain't memorable. If you come across this post, I don't hate you for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The only source filling up this emptiness are the Bossa Nova songs that I'm listening right now. Mostly all are about love songs and her voice is enchanting. They are sang by Olivia Ong, a Singaporean Singer. She's pretty much an underground singer but give the time, I'm pretty sure she'll make it big in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's all for today, so goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-4992053626353342556?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/4992053626353342556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=4992053626353342556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4992053626353342556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/4992053626353342556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6333508701566015692</id><published>2007-11-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:28:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Just Seen A Face</title><content type='html'>I was fumbling between two songs, Widows Peak by Dashboard Confessional and this one..Turns out that this song suited the post below...Enjoy the lyrics =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - I've Just Seen A Face&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face,&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see we've met&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it been another day&lt;br /&gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;But I had never been aware&lt;br /&gt;And as it is I dream of her tonight&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known&lt;br /&gt;The likes of this, I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed things and kept out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But other girls were never quite like this&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face&lt;br /&gt;I can t forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;And we'd just met, she's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see we've met&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video from ATU movie..MARY-ANN YOU CAN ENJOY HIS VOICE HERE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAlrakqkrwA" width="350" height="290" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6333508701566015692?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6333508701566015692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6333508701566015692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6333508701566015692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6333508701566015692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-just-seen-face.html' title='I&apos;ve Just Seen A Face'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6154960311937195141</id><published>2007-11-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:11:06.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11PM</title><content type='html'>Everytime when I'm on the computer, nearing 12AM, I always turn and look at the digital clock on the screen. It was always show the same thing, 11:11PM. Such a coincidence. Why? I ask myself. I don't know the answer. I need an epiphany to enlighten myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream to fulfill. I need to be a film director because I don't see myself as a clerk or a office boy doing all those paperwork job. It's frustrating and life is boring as hell. I want to do something fun like moving around and be creative as much as possible. But as time passes, I often feel that something is missing in my life to achieve my impossible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:11PM. The Time of Coincidence, I call it now. Somehow I realised that seeing this time it reminds how many times me and her were so close together for quite a few times last week. There she was, standing there right in front of me and I was afraid, not shy but afraid to see her. I couldn't possibly face her on that spot. I want to run as far as possible, but I could have gotten scolded and she will know that I'm trying to avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that I'm missing? The very thing that I have let go is actually the thing I need the most. It doesn't have to be her. I just need that feeling back in my heart so I can drive myself further ahead. I miss that feeling a lot. It was a year ago when that someone made me really appreciate the feeling of it. Every feeling for a girl is unique and something that can't be forgotten. I bet that every decent guy thinks that way. For every sweet, there's a flavour to it, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off, I'll leave you readers this:&lt;br /&gt;Love is interesting and exciting but when you get to know that person better by commiting into a relationship, you're actually commiting a mistake. So how do you know whether he or she is the right person for you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer it by tagging my tagboard :D thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6154960311937195141?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6154960311937195141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6154960311937195141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6154960311937195141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6154960311937195141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/11/1111pm.html' title='11:11PM'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-842952821231125456</id><published>2007-10-28T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:15:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another End and A New Start</title><content type='html'>Yeap, it's another end to my 3rd year in this school. My results are pretty bad but it's enough for me to advance to Sec 4 Express. I didn't really enjoy this year as many things have changed and I have to be more disciplined to myself and do the things that need my attention. Studies is one of them and I really hate doing homework and studying the book over and over again..Seriously, who love reading the textbook, besides gaining new knowledge. EVEN if I do, the questions that came out in the exams never match with the knowledge I had. SCREW YOU SETTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I screwed up the first semester, and did a little better for the second semester. I didn't do much for the first semester as I was really sick of studying and only study very hard when it was nearing the exams. Second half of the year, I've became more quiet and pay more attention and later on, my studies improved...Well a bit. But hey, that's better than doing worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's one of my achievement this year. In terms of my social life, I've learnt to let go some seriousness and join in the fun of my fellow classmates. Though they are sick sometimes LOL, but you just got to let that serious part of you and laugh with them. But also, I've learnt self control. There's always a time for playfulness and seriousness. I don't talk when my teachers are teaching because when I do, I miss out a few important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Band, yes I've been promoted, I don't see this promotion as a reward but as an opportunity to learn to be a leader. Last time I was the follower and I had no idea how to be a leader. What I lack is the confidence and I have to get rid of my blur side of me. This is what I hope to achieve at the end of next year. I wish to lead my fellow bandmates and strive for the best for next year's Viva La. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made more friends from different cliques this year. Agassi's Geek Group...Made friends with Jie Wei and Yi Yan..the malay dudes and the Study kind of Geek group. I became Elaine's best buddy. All of them has their pros and cons. But at least I experienced it. My friendship with Farhan and Shaun has defintely grown..That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing that I've done this year is I have finally, yes FINALLY, let go of the girl I once liked. It was a struggling period for me and I was wrestling with myself about it. After talking to some people, especially Su Juen (THANKS SU JUEN), I know how to fully let go of her. Now, to me, the girl is no longer important to me anymore. If by chance we were to speak to each other again, I hope she would forgive me for what I've done this year. Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap I think that's most of it. Tomorrow's a brand new day, a fresh new start, what old is new again and all that jazz..I BEG OF MYSELF TO MOTIVATE MYSELF MORE TO STUDY...And SHIT! I have some school holiday program. It turns out that teachers are supposed to teach us Sec4 stuff...Darn...Really hope I can do well..I don't wish to screw up my important exams like I did in PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, that's all for tonight..See ya readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-842952821231125456?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/842952821231125456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=842952821231125456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/842952821231125456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/842952821231125456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-end-and-new-start.html' title='Another End and A New Start'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-2075437491467143838</id><published>2007-10-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:00:45.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Cars</title><content type='html'>You may think shooting an arrow for the first time through a target is easy, but I can assure you, it ain't at all. My class had archery today. I was totally geeking out about it because for the first time in my life, I get to relive my favourite character in the Lord of The Rings movie: Legolas...Woooooooo. It turns out that holding the bow and aiming at the yellow circle(the most inner of all), wasn't easy as it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I'm a very bad archer. Even though I have the power, I kept missing the yellow spot. Several times, after I released the arrow, the string hit my left arm and now it has bruises all over. My muscle ached too. Haiz, I shouldn't had arm-wrestle with Ron yesterday..Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructors say that when you're firing your arrow, we expose our inner self to them. It's kinda true. The way we stand tells us if we are discipline or not and if you're talking while shooting, it tells use how easily you can be distracted and lose your focus. And the main point of this Archery program is that if we have self-control, focus and discipline, we can actually achive our goals. Yes I know, preachy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abad, Zhao De and Xiang Chou came to my house today and we played Project Gotham Race 2, PGR2 for short. LOL. It was totally fun and I enjoy playing with them. Xiang Chou is getting at it but he is nowhere near as me. :D I just need some time to familiarise with the tracks and I can win Xiang Chou! Woots! There was this time when Zhao De crashed his car and I overtook him with style. Because his car was in the middle of the road, I had no choice but to cross him by driving OVER his car. He starts going "NOBODY OVERTAKES ME LIKE THAT..." and tries to distract me. We were gawfing madly like idiots when we saw what happened in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhao De and Abad left first. Xiang Chou stayed til like 6 plus and we played very lame games like trying to topple each other's chinese chess set pieces out of the board. It was a very fun afternoon and a great day for me. Arghh...I hope my arm can recover faster...Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-2075437491467143838?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/2075437491467143838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=2075437491467143838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2075437491467143838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/2075437491467143838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/10/shooting-cars.html' title='Shooting Cars'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6330379512858722427</id><published>2007-10-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:08:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Concerts</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been an incredible day. As exams are over, we get to relax and have fun with the post-exam activities. Today was the start of the "fun" activities. We had this thing called the "Pet Rocket". It's basically using the theory from physics and applying to the rockets made from our big bottles of drinks. Chun brought a bottle of Pepsi and it was like full..It turns out that the guy can't finish his bottle of Pepsi. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teamed up with Xiang Chou and Zheng Qian and it was cool making the rocket. We actually used up 1 whole tape, because Xiang Chou says the program not worth our money so we have to use it as much as we could, and end up asking for more tape from the instructors LOL. Me and Abad were crazy over the Superbad's charactor McLovin. We kept saying how cool it was to be like McLovin and have a fake IC. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we launched our rockets in the school field. All I can say it was a totally fun and wet event this morning. Xiang Chou was the unluckiest of all among our group as he got the most water splash. Zheng Qian and me only got it on our face and a bit of it on our shirts. A lucky turn of events, our group got third place for landing our rocket near the target..We all were laughing away as we didn't know there was a target, we just fire away happily..HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to NAFA Lee Foundation Theatre to attend a choir concert which had Su Juen in it. The songs were pretty nice, I especially liked the last song they sang. A nice concert..Got wet on the way because it was raining and I didn't had any unbrella with me. Concert finished in like 30-40 minutes and I hang out with the seniors, Su Juen, Kelvin, Isaac and Ivan at the Lasalle Campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN, the Lasalle Campus is such a cool place! The buildings were just built just a few months ago and the place is totally clean and awesome. Ivan brought me around the place and we saw the bridge and he told me what floors had what departments. It was an amazing experience. Su Juen and others advised me that if I wanted to take filming course, don't go NAFA but Laselle..hmm..Like I told Ivan, just maybe I will choose Lasalle..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, goodbye and goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6330379512858722427?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6330379512858722427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6330379512858722427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6330379512858722427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6330379512858722427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-concerts.html' title='Flying Concerts'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-6554884399660232983</id><published>2007-10-03T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:14:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jog with Memories</title><content type='html'>I wasn't doing much this morning as there were new things for me to check out. So I went to Friendster.com and read the testimonials I had received when I was in Primary school and in Coral Secondary School. I felt really amazed on what my friends wrote about me, to quote a few "kinda weirD" from Marissa, Kun Rong's "the first time i knew him was thru teh sec 1 orientation camp and he is quite quiet. but soon after i get to know him, he is such sweet and nice guy." and Flinda's "my kor is a kind, frenly and easy going guy .. a humourous person as well..". It really makes me think about last time how my life was one perfect journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was in 1E1 in CSS, I was one of the jokers in the class and participated almost in every class jokes. LOL. There's this time I did something disgusting accidentally and nearly threw up at my friend's , Flinda, hair. I love the times where me, Flinda, Nicole and Rameza talked on the MSN til the wee hours of the night. Recently, Nicole told me that the guys in 1E1 missed me as they sat down to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I compare my life now to the life I had before, it's just so depressing. I wasn't myself in class. All the fun elements, without the sex jokes and racist jokes, I had in me was gone. What do I do now in school? Well, sulking around, making less noise as possible and if possible, have random talks with classmates and friends and get scolding from teachers..WHERE IS MY FUN?! WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS WHO MADE ME TRULY HAPPY? As the O Levels days come nearer, my life just gets more and more depressing. Am I asking too much to have my genuine happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flinda, Nicole and Rameza...These three girls made me happy, serious..and 1E1 too. Nicholas, John, Hazim, Joshua..just to name a few..Those guys made my life more colourful. Andrew, Dennis, Jeremy(now the band major of Monfort, congrats man!) are my primary school mates. Band mates also are fun for me, it's like learning music with people that have the common interest as me. Su Juen, Fadhil, Shaun...and the rest too..And yeah, have to thank Elaine too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm just really hoping that my life will get better. And to those who read the last time posts about Bobby and the rest who made me happy and wonder where are their names, they screwed up..Yup..Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-6554884399660232983?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/6554884399660232983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=6554884399660232983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6554884399660232983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/6554884399660232983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/10/jog-with-memories.html' title='A Jog with Memories'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-8013118681576083182</id><published>2007-09-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:15:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>Just had the English papers, Geography and MT paper 1 this week. Next week is going to be hell. Hahaha, I think I'm going to fail Geog paper but nah I don't care. LOL! As for MT paper 1, I did the two parts at the same time. I managed to finish it in time, thank God...English I totally screw up the composition. Argh, I don't think I'm going to get my usual score. So here's another song by the Beatles called Revolution. Ruddy marvelous rock song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolution&lt;br /&gt;You say you want a revolution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world &lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it's evolution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world &lt;br /&gt;But when you talk about destruction &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that you can count me out &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's gonna be all right X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll change the constitution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;We all want to change your head &lt;br /&gt;You tell me it's the institution &lt;br /&gt;Well, you know &lt;br /&gt;You better free you mind instead &lt;br /&gt;But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao &lt;br /&gt;You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's gonna be all right X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the version done by Jim Sturgess. It's really nice but the Beatles' version has Paul McCartney doing a scream in the beginning of the song...really effing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's for today. Thanks and goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-8013118681576083182?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/8013118681576083182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=8013118681576083182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8013118681576083182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/8013118681576083182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/09/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-9184674701452580866</id><published>2007-09-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:02:06.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Happiness and a Trouble</title><content type='html'>It just keeps getting better everytime the exams close by, docking the hours away from me and I just can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was probably one of those unlucky days I had. During recess me, Taufiq, Xiang Chou, Ro Woon, Wee Chiat and Zhao De got caught by Mr Ow for playing cards at the staircase of the Home Econ's block. Hmm, apparently we were ratted on by Ai Mei, one of the councillors, who caught us playing at the block there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those gold comedic moments where Mr Ow came, Wee Chiat Zhao De and Ro Woon, ran as fast as lightning. It was like one second later, they are gone without a trace. As we were telling the stories to them, I was gawfing away like mad. Mr Ow took mine and the rests' EZ-Link cards and we were suppose to report to him after school. You could guess that we were going to serve detention but thank God, we were given a chance. Like some people say, you screw this chance up, you're going to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I went to 3E7 as Elaine told me she got something for me..a piece of paper, she hinted to me. Yeah well, it was partly true. She did gave me a piece of paper but it was folded to look like a crane..Yup, it's a paper crane made by her. On top wrote that she treats me as her best buddy. All I can say that it's been great to be her friend. I was seriously touched by it. No one made me something..I'll keep it close to my heart. Thanks, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Heroes Season 2 returns! Me and Agassi were like jumping around in the class like mad geeks. I was watching the episode halfway but the player was abit crazy and did not load the whole video. Argh! But luckily, I found another player, Stage6. Oh man, I can't wait...if you excuse me, I got some heroes to catch! HAHA, get it? Heroes? Okay that was lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-9184674701452580866?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/9184674701452580866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=9184674701452580866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9184674701452580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/9184674701452580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/09/double-happiness-and-trouble.html' title='Double Happiness and a Trouble'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-7716311673888100888</id><published>2007-09-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:18:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to share a song to you readers out there because I just have the feeling for this song a lot. It is a Beatles' song but is sung by Jim Sturgess, a new unknown. Wow I really like Beatles' songs and I don't know why. I found the lyrics of their songs very sincerely written and with the tune they composed...What sheer brilliance they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she moves&lt;br /&gt;Attracts me like no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she woos me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe in her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in her smile she knows&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need no other lover&lt;br /&gt;Something in her style she shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe in her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're asking me will my love grow&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You stick around and it may show&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way she knows&lt;br /&gt;That all I have to do is think of her&lt;br /&gt;Something in her things she shows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave her now&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe in her now&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing's much happened and I'm currently preparing for my EOY papers, I'm quite nervous and a little confident but as you guys may know, my over-confidence may be my downfall, so gotta work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: If some of ya'll wondering whether I'm referring to somebody, actually I'm not, I just love the lyrics :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-7716311673888100888?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/7716311673888100888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=7716311673888100888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7716311673888100888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/7716311673888100888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/09/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21665254.post-883844917180197752</id><published>2007-09-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:37:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across The Universe</title><content type='html'>For those who love the Beatles, here's an announcement for you. Look out for Across The Universe movie! Those Beatles' fans would know that the movie title is also one of their songs' title. It's a musical and directed by Julie Taymour, a well-known Broadway director I think. The trailer started with this guy singing one of Beatles songs called Girl. It caught my attention immediately the song was marvelous. So this is the sypnosis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An original musical film, Across The Universe is a fictional love story set in the 1960s amid the turbulent years of anti-war protest, the struggle for free speech and civil rights, mind exploration and rock and roll. At once gritty, whimsical and highly theatrical, the story moves from high schools and universities in Massachusetts, Princeton and Ohio to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the Detroit riots, Vietnam and the dockyards of Liverpool. A combination of live action and painted and three-dimensional animation, the film is paired with many Beatles songs that defined the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars Jim Sturgess and Evan Rachel Wood as the main leads. Jim and Evan portrays Jude and Lucy respectively in the film, which of course having the songs Hey Jude and Lucy In The Sky. You guys have just got to hear the songs! It is revealed that the movie would feature 31 Beatles songs in the movie and 16 Beatles song in the soundtrack. Me and Mary-Ann seriously can't wait for the movie to be screened. Here's a music video for the song It Won't Be Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OutIK1qc_LM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OutIK1qc_LM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21665254-883844917180197752?l=youyou26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/feeds/883844917180197752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21665254&amp;postID=883844917180197752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/883844917180197752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21665254/posts/default/883844917180197752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youyou26.blogspot.com/2007/09/across-universe.html' title='Across The Universe'/><author><name>xingyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212155532564896535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AUplAT6IEQ/TFrvn5REuzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fxUfNdenspo/S220/Photo+47.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
